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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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Secret Between Fellow Grunts

I approached my five grunt buddies, who were currently standing by and resting at one of the cafeteria's many tables. As I got closer, I began to see their current condition... and they all had mixed statuses.

For starters, and the most open and casual one, was No. 704. He sat backward on the cafeteria table, leaning onto it while waving to me as I approached. His relaxed demeanor was almost infectious, making the atmosphere feel lighter despite the chaos earlier.

"Yo, dude! Good job out there!" he exclaimed with both gratitude and pride, giving me another thumbs-up to show his appreciation. I couldn't help but chuckle at his easygoing attitude.

"Yeah, you too," I shot back with another compliment. "Good job on stopping these two's little spat."