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!

"Master Harry, please, do not attack!" a voice called out from the gates. 


Harry's brow furrowed in confusion. He pulled his reins and brought his horse to a halt, studying the figures in the distance. "Who dares to speak to me like that?" he muttered under his breath. 


The figure stepped forward, calling out again. "Master Harry, please, my lord... Alfie wishes to see you. He asks that you come and speak with him." 


Harry's frown deepened. Alfie, the last remaining legitimate heir to Baron Ethan, who had fled after Reggie's death, was offering to meet him? The timing was strange; just when the siege was about to begin. What was Alfie playing at? 


"Alfie wants to see me?" Harry repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. 


Maro, beside him, raised an eyebrow. "This is strange. The boy who ran... now he wants to talk?" He snorted. "What does he think he can say to you now?" 


Poison!