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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 (4)

I followed my senior grunt, No. 147, toward what seemed to be a mezzanine structure near the entrance of the armory. It was a tall and massive walled structure attached to the armory wall, separating the actual warehouse from what I assumed was their "office," where administrative work was conducted. Hence, the name she mentioned before, "administrative station."

It had an equally large and tall staircase leading to the office itself. But... as we got closer, I noticed another walled structure before the staircase...

It was fairly small in comparison to the mezzanine office structure near it, but... it was still noticeable to me, especially with a plaque above the entrance that spelled "Entrance A Security and Intercom."