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!

Harry pushed the door open and stepped into the room. 


The voice was calm, measured, and carried a hint of authority. It belonged to a middle-aged man seated at a large desk near the center of the room. 


Harry's sharp eyes immediately assessed the man. He was dressed in a finely tailored robe, his appearance exuding refinement and intelligence. His hair was neatly combed, and his face bore a look of practiced composure. This was not a man to be underestimated. 


"Lord Thorn," Harry said, offering a slight bow. His voice was steady, his expression neutral. "Thank you for your invitation." 


Lord Thorn gestured to a seat across from him, his gentle smile never wavering. "Please, sit. You must be tired from your journey." 


Harry moved to the chair and sat down, his posture relaxed but his mind sharp. He wasn't here for pleasantries. 


"It's an honor to finally meet you, Lord Thorn." 


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