MysticMosaic

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!

A shadowy figure emerged silently from the alley ahead, his movements deliberate and measured. He was tall, clad in a flowing black robe that seemed to absorb the dim light around him. A bronze mask obscured his face, its expressionless surface giving him an eerie, almost otherworldly appearance. The robe covered him completely, rigid and impenetrable, leaving no part of him exposed. 


Harry stood his ground, his sharp eyes narrowing as he observed the figure. The stillness in the air felt suffocating, yet he didn't waver. His body was relaxed, but his muscles were coiled, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. 


"Someone from the Black Council?" he asked, his tone calm but firm. Though phrased as a question, there was no doubt in his voice. Harry already knew the answer. 


Half Man, Half Machine!