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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 (25) | Grunt Fashion Show

As soon as Miss Jeanne finished taking the final measurement of my large grunt body, she flashed me a quick, confident smile before suddenly dashing away from our group.

"Whoa?!?" I uttered in surprise at the sudden swiftness the brunette lady showcased. Her movements were not just swift but also graceful, almost as if she was gliding across the workshop floor like a figure skater. She headed straight for a particular corner of the Clothing Section workshop, which I quickly realized must be her exclusive personal workstation.

Naturally, I followed after her, with my senior grunt No. 147 also following behind me. The professor herself trailed behind us at a rather casual pace.

I finally saw Miss Jeanne's personal workspace.