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 let out a quiet sigh, his lips tightening in mild frustration. 'What are you doing, Thorn?' he thought. 


The Earl's approach was all wrong. If he truly wanted cooperation, he should have negotiated with these lords privately, offering incentives and promises in return for their support. This public confrontation, with no tact or diplomacy, was only fueling resentment. 


Harry's sharp mind quickly pieced together the motivations of the other lords present. They weren't here because they cared about the plague or its victims. To them, it was a distant threat; something that affected peasants, not the high and mighty. As long as their strongholds and knights remained intact, they believed the plague couldn't touch them. 


'Why should they risk their lives for the sake of commoners?' Harry thought. 'In their eyes, peasants are replaceable. If a village dies out, there will always be refugees eager to fill the void. Their power lies in their land, not the people.' 


Taking The Lead!