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!

The thunderous sound of soldiers and demi-humen storming through the halls shattered her illusion of safety. Realizing she had no more time, Madam Glenda made a split-second decision. She shoved aside the gleaming chests of gold and turned to her servants. "Leave everything! We must go now!" 


"She's the one with the servants! That's her!" 


Shouts echoed through the halls as Harry's men gave chase. Madam Glenda's heart pounded as she ran, her once dignified demeanor replaced by sheer desperation. Her gown, elegant but impractical, snagged on corners as she fled down narrow corridors. 


"Split up!" she barked to her guards, her voice sharp with fear. "Lead them away from me!" 


Her guards obeyed, peeling off in different directions to distract the pursuers. But it was a futile effort. For all her cunning and planning, Madam Glenda couldn't change one simple truth, everyone in castle knew her face. 


End of the Battle!