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!

From the edge of the crowd, a young man stepped forward. He was lean but well-built, with calm, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through Giroud. Despite his youthful appearance, he couldn't have been older than twenty; his presence was commanding, even unsettling. 


"Who are you?" Giroud demanded, his voice losing some of its bravado. The young man didn't look like much at first glance, but something about him set Giroud on edge. His instincts, honed by years of combat, screamed at him to be wary. 


The young man stopped at the edge of the platform and looked up at Giroud, his voice steady and unyielding. "You're looking for a fight, aren't you?" he said. "I'll fight you." 


The simplicity of the statement silenced the room. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as all eyes turned to the young man. Giroud raised an eyebrow, studying him carefully. There was no fear in his stance, no hesitation in his words. In fact, the calm confidence radiating from him was almost unnerving. 


Rescue!