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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 (5)

"Let's see... 'no usage of full-auto inside the dorm room'... huh...?"

I was currently reading through a whole mountain stack of paperwork inside the lounge of the administrative station—the "office" of the Grunt Armory. It had been half an hour since I began shifting and signing through paperwork after paperwork stacked on the coffee table of the lounge while I sat hunched on the couch.

There was a whole bunch of them ranging from Terms of Service, Terms of Agreement, Terms of Use, Privacy Policy, End User License Agreement, Regulations, and many, many more.

Every single term and rule you could think of was stacked together. It boggled me to no end that in order to get my grunt equipment, I would need to read all of this paperwork and sign agreements to each and every one of them.