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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 (18) | A "Kid" in a Gun Store

"Choose wisely, No. 703."

The professor's words rang through my ears... and through my soul. As she gazed into my eyes, I could feel the passion and pride she had poured into these weapons. It was as genuine as it could be, and now it was directed entirely at me.

Her expectations were at an all-time high.

Seeing such expectations coming from her... really put my nerves on edge. I was slowly turning into a nervous wreck as my vision blurred for a second. My heart was beating faster with each passing moment, and my breath became coarse.

I tried to steel my nerves and calm myself down... but it wasn't enough to completely erase the nervous feeling of her expectations pressing down on me.

I averted my eyes from her gaze and looked back at the assortment of weapons neatly displayed on the workshop table. They were all presented in their best condition, and I could almost feel the same passion and pride that had gone into their creation.