Harrison was just an ordinary guy, until he wasn’t. Reborn in a world teeming with magic, knights, and ancient rivalries, he wakes up as the illegitimate son of a baron. Here, they call him “Harry,” but he knows he’s still Harrison from another world. And lodged deep within his mind is a strange coin, humming with untapped energy, feeding off every action he takes, every ripple he creates in this foreign realm.

This isn’t just any coin. Passed down through his family for generations, the coin had been a mystery, an old relic Harrison’s grandfather picked up during World War II in Germany. He thought it was just a worn piece of metal with some faded Roman numerals, a quirky keepsake with possible historic value. But now, he realizes it’s far more than that. Since his arrival in this new world, the numbers have shifted, and the coin pulses like a heartbeat, brimming with a strange, undeniable power. Harrison names it the 'Simulation Coin.'

The Simulation Coin grants him the ability to warp reality itself, to traverse worlds, and even shape them as he sees fit. The more he influences his surroundings, the more power he gathers, feeding the coin and deepening its bond with him. With this newfound ability, Harrison discovers he can do more than survive in this new world, he can rule it.

Reborn with A Simulation Coin!

In the grand hall of the castle, the sounds of clashing steel and anguished cries still echoed, though the battle was reaching its climax. Bloodstains marked the once-pristine stone floors, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and iron. 


Harry moved forward with relentless determination, his muscles taut and his sword unwavering in his grip. The three opponents before him; Charlie and two other Sean family warriors, were on the verge of collapse. Their breathing was ragged, their defenses faltering under Harry's unrelenting assault. 


A piercing scream tore through the hall. One of the men staggered back, his face twisted in pain as Harry's blade drove through his chest. Crimson blood spurted from the fatal wound, splattering across the floor like a grotesque painting. He stared at Harry, his gaze filled with defiance and regret, but his body betrayed him. His knees buckled, and he fell, lifeless, the hilt of Harry's sword still buried in him. 


Sisters!