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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

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Getting some Gadgets at the Grunt Armory (22) | Despair of the Weapon Maniacs

The professor and I returned to the large workshop table, which had been displaying the professor's legendary weapons. The table was still surrounded by the indoor shooting range's grunts, who were mesmerized by the very existence of these weapons.

Even my senior grunts, No. 147 and No. 220, were captivated by yet another legendary weapon of the professor. Especially my senior grunt No. 147, who I thought would have already seen the professor's legendary weapon creations firsthand, given that he was the professor's Personal Grunt.

I guessed Professor Kala was either rather reclusive when it came to showing her weapon creations around, or she had never had the chance or initiative to showcase her creations.

Then again, I had just experienced the power behind the professor's weapon with the Zhel Mark-10 in my large grunt hand.