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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 (26) | The True Grunt's Gears

When I opened the box that Miss Jeanne had given me, I had been skeptical if she had actually crafted the correct grunt equipment gear I had ordered. But as I lifted the lid of that ordinary-looking box... I realized that my doubt was misplaced.

It felt as if a light had shone from within, illuminating the very items I had sought after all this time.

I saw a large, dark gray leather utility waist belt. Multiple large-sized pouches were attached and neatly lined up on each side of it. The belt itself boasted a large circular metallic buckle, emblazoned with the insignia of Max Brain—the letter 'M' boldly displayed, signifying my allegiance to his cause as one of Max Brain's grunts. The large pouches were perfectly spaced, each seemingly designed to securely hold essential tools and gear.