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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 (21) | Shooting Frenzy

More targets began to appear on the shooting range in front of me—each one a variation of the initial target I had nailed a bullseye on.

The new targets not only differed in distance from each other but also in their shapes! Some were smaller, some larger; some were thinner, others wider. There were silhouettes resembling buff men, hourglass figures...! Some even had drawings on them, depicting different poses and actions...! There were even target board that looked and shaped like four-legged animals!

Every target, of course, had the familiar shooting range scoring circles. I couldn't help but wonder if these were designed to simulate the different types of heroes we grunts might face in the future...