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 froze, Harry's words hitting him like a slap. Yes, Reggie had been their brother too. And Harry had cut him down without a second thought. 


He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to keep his voice steady. "Reggie attacked you. He made his choice, and he paid the price. That was his punishment," Alfie said, his tone firm but tinged with desperation. "But this, this isn't the same, Harry. Neither this land nor this fight belongs to us. It belongs to Father." 


Alfie's voice softened, pleading now. "This territory is his. It doesn't belong to me, and it doesn't belong to you. And when he returns, when he finds out what you've done here, what will he think? What will he 'do'?" 


He stepped forward slightly, hoping to reach the part of Harry that still cared. "Stop this madness. Our quarrel, our disagreements; they don't matter. What matters is Father. Do you really think you can stand against him?" 


Madam Glenda Miscalculation!