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!

Alfie stood in stunned silence, his mind a whirl of confusion and disbelief. The weight of the events around him seemed to press down, suffocating him. Reggie was dead. His own flesh and blood, killed without hesitation. And now, here he was, standing before Harry, the man who had just taken everything from him, yet now seemed to offer him a chance to leave. 


Harry, on the other hand, was anything but frozen in shock. His calm demeanor and composed posture betrayed no trace of the violence he had just unleashed. He looked at Alfie with something that could almost be described as pity, but there was no warmth in his eyes, just an unsettling calm. 


"Go back now. Leave. Go," Harry said, his voice soft, almost like an order but veiled in the gentlest of tones. 


Alfie blinked in disbelief. "You're… you're going to let me go?" His words were slow, incredulous, as if testing the sincerity of the offer. 


Taking Control!