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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 (23) | The Walkout from "Despair"

*Hydraulic sound*.

As I heard the familiar hydraulic opening sound, Professor Kala and I walked out from the steel door entrance of the indoor shooting range, leaving behind the wailing of despair coming from the grunts. I couldn't help but feel exasperated hearing the creepy wailing of my senior grunts, but I chose to ignore it in favor of a more pressing issue: proper gear equipment for my (almost naked) grunt body.

The professor herself seemed to not care much about their wailing either as she walked toward a direction inside the Grunt Armory. Naturally, I followed her as she guided me toward the 'clothing section' of the Grunt Armory, where I would supposedly get my 'standard-issue' attire.