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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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"Hold it, you damn loser grunt."

The sharp voice of Professor Kala cut through the air. As I turned toward her, I saw her approaching, her expression serious. Following closely behind her was my senior grunt, No. 147, hurrying after the professor's advance.

The professor quickly approached me and then poked her finger at my large chest in a demanding manner.

"You were trying to make a loan, weren't you?" she accused.

"W-what?! How did you know?!" I was quite surprised by her sudden accusation. She was indeed right. I did try to ask for a loan. Had she heard me about to say it to Miss Service Counter Grunt No. 387? Or was I that obvious?

"I knew it." She had a disappointed expression upon learning that her assumption was right. She shook her head as if to show her disappointment in me. "Sigh... how can you be so lame?"