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 Senda Territory had fallen swiftly; completely overrun. Baron Senda, his family, and nearly everyone in the region were dead. It was an annihilation no one had seen coming. 


"Plague? Monsters?" Harry muttered, his brows furrowed deeply as he listened to the report from his subordinates. 


The details were grim and surreal. People dying of a sudden plague, only to rise again and attack the living. It sounded… familiar. Too familiar. A flicker of recognition danced in his mind. 


"Resurrected corpses?" Harry mused, rubbing his temples. The scenario sounded like something out of the countless stories from his previous life. Zombies, the undead, monsters clawing their way out of the grave; there were too many to count. This wasn't some far-fetched tale, though. It was happening right here, right now. 


His instincts screamed caution. "Have ST prepare the horses," he ordered sharply. "I'm going to see this for myself." 


One of his men hesitated. "My lord, are you sure—" 


Zombie Plague!