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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 (30) | Grunt Complex

"Remember to always clean your boots after each mission, my dear large grunt~."

"Okay, okay, Miss Jeanne, I get it."

"Do you? Hmm..."

Miss Jeanne's voice, light and teasing, echoed through the Clothing Section of the Grunt Armory. Though there were many artisan grunts and android helpers still going about their work without caring much about our conversation.

They had been that way since the start of our arrival in the Clothing Section and meeting up with Miss Jeanne, and were making quite the ruckus. I had to give them props for their hyper-focused dedication.

Anyway...

I was inching away from the brunette tailor toward the outside of the Clothing Section, while Professor Kala and my senior, Grunt No. 147, were waiting for me outside the area.

I had secured my grunt's clothing gear, but right now, I was trying to escape Miss Jeanne's endless stream of advice.