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.
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