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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

DemonKingAkuma · 武侠
分數不夠
92 Chs

Getting some Gadgets at the Grunt Armory (12) | A Room Filled with Firearms Enthusiasts

"Welcome to the reality of our Empire, No. 703. This is where we prepare for the invasion ahead," Professor Kala declared, a smirk playing on her lips as she took in my obvious awe at the sight of the large indoor shooting range of the Grunt Armory.

How could I not be amazed? Not only was this my first time stepping into a shooting range, but it also far exceeded my wildest imagination of what a shooting range could be.

The sheer size of the range was staggering, stretching almost the length of two or three football fields. The ceiling arched high above, giving the space an almost cavernous feel, while the distant targets seemed to blur into the horizon.