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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 (8) | The "Sleeping" Professor Woke Up

The white-haired woman who had been sleeping (read: knocked out) on the couch was stirring on her sleep, seemingly about to wake up.

"Oh dear, the professor is finally waking up," my senior grunt, No. 147, commented upon seeing Professor Kala rousing. She firmly stacked the papers she had been holding and the one she was about to sign back onto the mountain of paperwork. Then, she stood up from her seat on the couch and approached the professor with a calm demeanor, ready to attend to her.

As for me... I was sweating bullets. I was not calm. Not at all. After all... I was indirectly responsible for the professor getting knocked out. The "murder weapon" was the Max Pen I was clutching for dear life, hoping it held some miracle that would save me from this weird predicament.

Previously, before my senior grunt No. 147 began helping me with my paperwork, she and her fellow armory grunts found me and the professor engaged in what I would call a 'gun circus show.'