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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 (24) | Size G for Grunt

After what felt like an eternity of walking, Professor Kala, my senior Grunt No. 147, and I finally arrived at our destination: the clothing section of the Grunt Armory.

The sight before me was unlike anything I had expected. The room was vast, resembling a grand workshop rather than a mere section of an armory. High walls encased the space, setting it apart from the rest of the Grunt Armory. The ceiling was supported by sturdy beams, and the room was illuminated by a combination of overhead lights and the soft glow from workstations scattered throughout the area.