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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 (19) | Kala's Iron Sword

"This one," I declared with a firm tone as I picked up the large handgun—the fated handgun that had seemed to allure me with its strange charm.

It was a large, modern-looking handgun. The firearm felt solid and heavy in my hand, and I could feel its weight even when I held it with my large grunt hand. Its sleek, light gray metallic finish was polished and felt professionally crafted, almost gleaming under the indoor lights of the shooting range. The handgun had a large frame and a long barrel, giving it a very imposing presence. It seemed like the kind of weapon that demanded respect.

Despite my lack of experience, I could tell it was built to last. The materials felt sturdy and well-made, hinting at a durability that could withstand rough use—even from someone who didn't know how to handle a handgun and would likely break a normal one with their giant grunt hand... like me, of course.