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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 (7) | Paperwork and Management

"Hmm... 'Usage of full-auto' ... didn't I just sign this one before?"

Sitting back on the comfy couch, I was currently resuming reading and signing the mountain of paperwork in front of me. I had gone through a decent chunk of it, but there was still a lot left. The sheer size of the stack on the coffee table of the office lounge was pretty daunting to look at.

"Hey, senior?" I called toward my senior grunt, No. 147.

She was sitting on a nearby couch, helping me out by going through the paperwork and signing them. Usually, these documents should only be read and signed by me alone, but since this was not a usual situation, my kind senior grunt here was willing to help me clear this paperwork stuff soon.

By the way, I didn't have to sign using a special signature or anything. All of the paperwork here was signed using my grunt label number, which was, of course, 'No. 703.'