Reborn, I Face-Slap a Genius Comic Artist

After giving up writing, I moved to the countryside and settled into a life of feeding chickens and raising ducks with Grandma. Then my childhood sweetheart’s ideal girl called to accuse me of not continuing to create. In my previous life, after I spent ages working on a comic and finally published it, someone reported me for plagiarism. Netizens all called me shameless, accused me of copying someone else’s work, and even attacked my pen name. I went to look at the work they claimed I had plagiarized. It really was exactly the same as the comic I had drawn. But the ideal girl had started serializing hers online six months earlier, on the very day I drew my first comic. I tried to contact her to get an explanation, but she turned around and posted about me online, accusing me of plagiarism and provocation. Netizens hounded me, escalating to personal attacks. They doxxed my address, stormed into my home, and smashed everything in sight. When I fought back and tried to call the police, they threw me from the sixteenth floor. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before the comic was published.