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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 (29) | Miss Jeanne's Gift

"Find more of them for me... and I will grant you more powerful gear to help your journey..." Miss Jeanne offered to me.

I could only stare back at the intense and mystical gaze she was giving me. On her right palm, luminous shards of unknown and mystical properties hovered gracefully.

My mind was in turmoil, as it had been since the moment Miss Jeanne had produced these shards seemingly out of nowhere and then proposed this RPG-like fetch quest. The confusion that had begun with her sudden appearance had only deepened, now reaching an almost overwhelming level.

Everything Miss Jeanne had shown me was beyond the norm of anything I had previously encountered. Her actions and presence felt as if they were on par with a celestial being, far beyond the usual weird realm of a 'normal' supervillain.

I still couldn't fathom that Miss Jeanne, who had seemed to be just an airhead tailor with an unusual fashion sense, was in fact a mystical being of sorts.