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!

Harry observed the battlefield, his sharp gaze calculating his every move. He knew he held the upper hand, Howard and the blond youth were on the verge of collapse, their bodies battered and their movements sluggish. The gap in strength was undeniable, and Harry relished the inevitability of their defeat. Escape? For them, it was little more than a fleeting dream. 


Time crawled by, each second amplifying the despair in the eyes of his opponents. Howard and the young man exchanged glances, their expressions grim. They understood the severity of their predicament, if they didn't find a way out soon, both of their lives would end here. 


"Stay here and accept your fate!" Harry growled, his voice rough with exertion and anticipation. His figure loomed larger as he advanced, intent on delivering the final blow. 


But just as he prepared to finish the job, the faces of his opponents shifted. Their despair melted away, replaced by something else entirely, relief. 


Third Elder!