webnovel

Reincarnated as a Grunt No. 703

[HIATUS] My name is [REDACTED]. I was just a normal, job-seeking guy who had just finished his undergraduate study and was hopeful of becoming a useful member of society. However, the job market in this current economy was quite harsh, and competition was at an all-time high. Thus... I remained unemployed for almost half a year. As usual, I was on a job hunting spree, hoping to finally find or land a job that would hire the poor me. However, fate had other plans for me... and I died, getting run over by a large truck. I thought I was dead, but... I soon woke up inside a test tube, surrounded by white-coated scientists in a dimly lit laboratory. I was confused, as I realized that my body, from head to toe, was covered with some sort of dark material that fit my skin quite tightly, as if I was wearing a skin-tight suit from a superhero comic. But... I wasn’t a superhero. “Good morning, Subject... No... Grunt No. 703.” I was just one of the supervillain's Grunts. Check out my P@treon.com/demonkingakuma

DemonKingAkuma · Action
Not enough ratings
92 Chs

Another "Tempting" Offer (1)

"We would like to offer you and your friends the opportunity to join our esteemed Disciplinary Squadron!"

"Huh???" I muttered in surprise and confusion.

This female grunt commander had suddenly tried to recruit me. She closed in on me all of a sudden, her face almost touching mine. As I was taller than her (and most of my fellow grunts here), she had to cutely tiptoe to reach my face, emphasizing her eagerness to recruit me.

"Whoa! Hold on there," I quickly grasped both of her shoulders, pushing her back slightly due to how close she was to my face. "Just... calm down for a moment, alright?"

"Ah! My apologies," No. 450 looked quite flustered as she took a step back. A faint blush spread across her cheeks as she realized she had come on a bit too strong. "I was just a bit excited for a moment. Haha~."