In his previous life, he spent ten years drawing manga without ever making it big, then died at his drawing desk.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become Nohara Yuto. He grew from a baby to eighteen in Kasukabe, all while possessing a body full of near-omnipotent superpowers.
Anyone else with powers like his would dream of saving the world.
Yuto only wanted to...
Live an ordinary life, and use psychography to draw manga on the side.
Use psychography to draw manga, teleport when he was late for school, and use telekinesis when the remote was too far away.
He thought this life would finally be a little easier.
Then he moved in with the Nohara family.
"Yuto, I'm here to tell you not to let me bother you, okay?"
"...You're already bothering me."
From then on, Shin-chan caused trouble, Himawari crawled around, and Misae casually sent him out to buy soy sauce. His manga kept going until his editor could only say:
"Sensei, even a publisher has its limits."
Then one day, Shin-chan pointed at Nanako and asked:
"Yuto, didn't you used to say you don't like pretty big sisters?"
Yuto: "..."
Lighthearted daily life | Invincible superpowers | Manga artist | One heroine: Nanako
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What kind of segmentation is this? It's so weird.
Talk like a personal machine
It's AI, just a running account
This one is a bit too short and looks weird.
Give you a wave of support and give you five stars. Keep up the good work
The subject matter is good, but it feels a bit artificial. That's not how AI is used
It's very good, but from the book, Mi Ya said it was Mi Hu.
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