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 clearing was deathly silent. All eyes were fixed on the gruesome sight of Al's severed head lying in the dirt, his lifeless expression frozen in shock. The blood pooling around his body gleamed ominously in the sunlight. No one moved. No one spoke. 


For a fleeting moment, some of Harry's men had dared to believe he might show mercy, that perhaps he would let Alfie and Madam Glenda go. But Harry had shattered that illusion with a single, decisive strike. 


"Why are you all just standing there?" Harry's voice cut through the stillness, calm yet laced with an undertone of command. His dark eyes swept over the gathered soldiers and servants. "Feed Madam Glenda the wine. She is my stepmother, after all. It would be poor etiquette to keep her waiting." 


The men hesitated, their faces pale, until Harry's gaze lingered on them, sharp and expectant. "Now," he added, his tone chilling. 


"Yes, my lord," one of the servants stammered, snapping to action. 


Changes At Ethan Manor!