Stormbraker pulled a thick ledger from beneath his desk and slammed it onto the table.
THUD
The massive book opened to a page filled with names.
"Alright lad," the dwarf grunted, dipping a quill into ink "class."
Jack stepped forward.
"Class… Weed Man."
The quill froze.
Stormbraker slowly raised an eyebrow.
"…Weed Man."
Jack shrugged and rubbed the back of his head
"Yeah."
Stormbraker scratched his beard.
"That's a new one."
He quickly writes down under class in the Adventure's guild ledger (The First Weed Man).
Kirk chuckled quietly behind him.
The dwarf continued writing anyway.
"And weapon?"
Jack lifted his dagger.
"And plants."
Stormbraker nodded.
"Fair enough."
He stamped the page with a heavy iron seal.
THUNK
**DING**
**System Message**
**You have officially registered with the Adventurer's Guild.**
Title Earned:
Rookie Adventurer +5wp for each compleated guild quest.
Reward:
+50 WP
Access to Guild Quests
Jack's eyes lit up.
"Nice."
Stormbraker slid a small bronze badge across the desk.
"Your guild badge. Rank F."
Tiny leaned over Jack's shoulder.
"Ooo shiny."
Stormbraker leaned back in his chair.
"So tell me something, lad."
Jack looked up.
"Yeah?"
The dwarf pointed toward the blunt still burning in Jack's fingers.
"That thing of yours… does it really heal people?"
Jack took a slow drag and exhaled a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke.
"Depends on the strain."
Stormbraker leaned forward with sudden interest.
"Show me."
Jack shrugged.
"Alright."
He reached into his dimensional storage and pulled out a small pouch.
Inside were freshly dried buds from his first harvest.
Jack rolled one expertly and lit it.
The room filled with a calm herbal scent.
He handed it to the dwarf.
Stormbraker looked suspicious.
"You expect me to smoke this?"
Tiny leaned in.
"Yes."
Stormbraker glared at him.
Then sighed.
"Fine."
He took a careful puff.
He didn't cough.
Instead his shoulders slowly relaxed.
The dwarf blinked.
"Huh."
He rubbed his knee thoughtfully.
"…My arthritis stopped hurting."
The room went silent.
Stormbraker looked at the blunt again.
Then at Jack.
Then back at the blunt.
"By the stone halls of my ancestors…"
He stood up suddenly.
"YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME VERY RICH."
Jack laughed.
"That's the idea."
Stormbraker slammed both hands on the desk.
"Listen carefully, lad."
He leaned forward conspiratorially.
"You open your shop here in High Point…"
He tapped the desk.
"And this guild will protect it."
Jake blinked.
"That fast?"
Stormbraker grinned.
"Anything that keeps adventurers alive longer means more completed contracts."
He pointed at Jack.
"And if it helps my knees… even better."
Jack smiled.
"I can work with that."
**DING**
**System Message**
New Quest
Quest: The First Dispensary
Objective: Open the first cannabis shop in High Point.
Requirements:
1.Secure a building
2.Grow 5 unique strains
3.Sell cannabis to 10 adventurers
4.must complete requirements in order
Rewards: 1000 WP
Title: Pioneer of GreenTitle: Pioneer of Green +5% to all stats
Jack stared at the quest window.
"Oh hell yeah." He shouts in his head
**Status**
- Name: Jack Stone
Health:200/200
Stamina: 240/240
Mana: 379/379
- Class: Weed Man
- Level: 9
- Weed Points (WP): 660
- Strength:23
- Constitution: 26
- Intelligence:27
- Wisdom: 22
- Agility: 23
- Dexterity:25
- Luck: 18
Free points:11
Later that evening the group sat around a table inside The Iron Tankard Tavern.
Tiny had already eaten three full meals.
Sally was studying a bud under a magical light spell.
Jake leaned back in his chair.
"So what's the plan, Weed Man?"
Jack leaned back and grinned.
"Simple."
He held up a small glowing seed between his fingers.
"I'm going to grow the strongest magical weed this world has ever seen."
Tiny raised his mug.
"I support this."
Kirk chuckled.
"To the Weed Man."
They clinked mugs.
But across the tavern…
A hooded figure watched from the shadows.
The stranger quietly placed a coin on the bar and stood.Under the hood were sharp noble features.
And cold eyes.
The man stepped outside and whispered to a waiting messenger hawk.
"Send word to House Stone."
He tied a message to its leg.
"Jack Stone lives.""Jack Stone lives."
The bird took flight into the night sky.
Morning sunlight poured over the bustling streets of High Point as merchants shouted over one another and wagons rattled along the stone roads. The city market was alive with noise, color, and opportunity.
Jack Stone stood at the edge of the market square beside the four members of Adventure Team Vulcan, staring at the rows of stalls.
Fruit vendors. Armor smiths. Potion sellers. Exotic spice traders.
And today…
A weed dealer.
Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Alright," he said. "Step one… make money."
Jake crossed his arms. "You sure this is going to work?"
Tiny leaned over Jack's shoulder.
"People like smoke."
Sally sighed. "That's not exactly convincing marketing."
Kirk nodded toward the row of empty rental stalls lining one side of the market.
"Stall rentals are cheap compared to buildings. If you want to open a shop later, this is the best place to start."
Jack grinned.
"Exactly what I was thinking."
A short, plump human woman with spectacles sat at a small wooden desk near the stalls. She looked up as the group approached.
"Stall rental?" she asked.
Jack nodded.
"How much?"
"Two silver per week."
Jack winced slightly.
Adventurers made decent money, but he hadn't taken many guild jobs yet.
Fortunately…
He had something far more valuable.
Jack opened his dimensional storage discreetly and removed a small dragon wolf fire sac he had collected earlier.
The woman's eyes widened.
"Monster material?"
Jack nodded.
"Fresh."
She inspected it quickly.
"Alright… one week stall rental and two silver change."
She handed Jack a small wooden tag with a number burned into it.
"Stall 47."
Jack smiled.
"Pleasure doing business."
The First Weed Stall
Stall 47 was wedged between a potion merchant and a dried meat vendor.
The moment Jack began setting up, curious looks immediately started appearing.
He laid out small wooden trays containing carefully dried cannabis buds from his harvest.
The smell alone began drifting through the air.
Pine.
Earth.
Sweet smoke.
The nearby potion seller sniffed the air suspiciously.
"What are you selling?"
Jack leaned against the stall casually.
"A new herbal product."
The potion merchant squinted.
"Smells strange."
Tiny wandered off immediately.
"I tell people."
Kirk nodded.
"We'll spread the word."
Jake cracked his neck.
"This should be entertaining."
Sally pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Oh gods…"
The Shop Investment
Before the first customers arrived, Jack quietly opened his system store.
The glowing menu appeared only to him.
Shop
WP: 556
Items scrolled past his vision.
Rolling papers. Seeds. Pipes. Tools.
Then something caught his eye.
Mystic Smoke Brazier — 200 WP
A decorative enchanted brazier that burns cannabis continuously, producing aromatic smoke that attracts customers and slightly boosts mood.A decorative enchanted brazier that burns cannabis continuously, producing aromatic smoke that attracts customers and slightly boosts mood.
Jack's grin widened.
"Perfect."
He purchased it immediately.
A small bronze brazier appeared in his dimensional storage.
Jack pulled it out and placed it on the stall counter.
He dropped a small bud inside.
The brazier lit automatically.
A soft green glow appeared beneath the bowl as fragrant smoke spiraled upward in elegant twisting patterns.
The scent was stronger.
Richer.
And impossible to ignore.
Within minutes, heads began turning across the market.
The Word Spreads
Across the market…
Tiny stood outside the Adventurer's Guild yelling.
"SMOKE MAN SELLING WEED!"
Jake leaned casually against a post nearby.
"It's true," he added to passing adventurers. "Stuff heals wounds."
Sally reluctantly spoke to a group of curious mages.
"It's… an herbal substance with interesting magical effects."
Kirk simply told the truth.
"He saved our lives fighting an Owlbear."
That was all it took.
Adventurers began drifting toward Stall 47.
The First Customer
A rough looking dwarf adventurer approached the stall first.
He sniffed the air.
"That's the smell."
Jack leaned on the counter.
"Looking to relax after a hunt?"
The dwarf crossed his arms.
"What does it do?"
Jack held up a small pouch.
"This one helps with pain and fatigue."
The dwarf squinted.
"You're serious."
Jack shrugged.
"Try it."
The dwarf paid three copper coins and took a small rolled joint.
He stepped aside and lit it.
Everyone nearby watched.
He inhaled.
Coughed once.
Then his eyes widened.
"Huh."
He flexed his shoulders.
"I… actually feel better."
He turned back toward the stall.
"Give me five more."
Jack smiled.
That was the spark. Within an hour, the stall had a small crowd.Adventurers were curious by nature.
And the smell coming from the brazier made it impossible to ignore.
People began buying small samples.
Some coughed.
Some laughed.
Others immediately felt their aches and fatigue fade.
Tiny sat proudly beside the stall like a giant mascot.
Jake kept directing people toward them.
Sally began explaining the effects like a reluctant professor.
Kirk handled crowd control.
By midday…
Jack had sold nearly half his supply.And the small pouch of coins under the stall was getting heavy.
Jack leaned back with a satisfied smile.
"Not bad for day one."
Across the Market
A tall nobleman wearing dark blue silk robes watched from across the square.
Beside him stood a man in black armor.
"What is he selling?" the noble asked quietly.
The armored man sniffed the air.
"Some kind of herb."
The noble's eyes narrowed.
"And that man…"
He pointed toward Jack.
"Is that Jack Stone?"
The armored figure studied him.
After a moment…
"Yes, my lord."
The noble's expression darkened.
"So the failure lives."
He turned away.
"Send word to the family."
His voice grew colder.
"If he's building influence in High Point…"
The armored man finished the sentence quietly.
"He must be stopped."
Back at the Stall
The sun began setting as the crowd finally thinned.
Jack counted the coins.
Tiny leaned over.
"How much?"
Jack finished stacking them.
"Ten gold… seven silver… and a bunch of copper."
Jake whistled.
"For one day?"
Sally blinked in surprise.
Kirk nodded slowly.
"You're going to afford a shop sooner than you think."
Jack leaned back, lighting another blunt.
Smoke drifted lazily upward from the enchanted brazier beside him.
He looked out over the city streets of High Point.
People were already talking.
Adventurers were laughing.
Some were relaxing against nearby walls enjoying the strange new herb.
Jack smiled.
"Yeah," he said quietly.
"This is just the beginning."
deep in the city…
The legend of the Weed Man of High Point had just begun to grow.
The late afternoon sun hung low over High Point as Jack Stone pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the Adventurer's Guild.
The familiar smells of ale, leather, and monster hides filled the air.
Conversations buzzed throughout the hall as adventurers gathered around tables bragging about hunts or arguing over contracts.
Jack walked straight toward the long counter where guild requests were posted. Behind it sat a young human receptionist with auburn hair tied into a neat bun. She looked up as Jack approached.
"Oh! You're Jack Stone, right?"
Jack blinked.
"Uh… yeah."
Her smile widened.
"Guild Master Stormbraker told us to expect you."
She slid a large metal tray across the counter.
"Here to turn in monster materials?"
Jack grinned.
"You could say that."
He reached into his dimensional storage.
The receptionist watched with curiosity as Jack pulled out the first item.
THUD
A massive Dracowolfhead landed on the tray.
Gasps erupted from nearby adventurers.
Jack followed it up with neatly stacked monster parts.
Dragon wolf pelts.
Fire sacs.
Fangs.
Claws.
Then came the Owlbearmaterials.
Huge talons.
Bundles of feathers.
A thick section of hide.
He separated half of the owlbear materials and pushed them aside.
"Those belong to Team Vulcan," Jack said casually.
The receptionist nodded and began writing rapidly.
Adventurers nearby were now openly staring.
One man whispered.
"Is that a Dracowolf…?"
Another muttered.
"That thing is a C-rank monster."
The receptionist finished tallying the materials and looked up with wide eyes.
"You… hunted all of this?"
Jack scratched the back of his neck.
"Something like that."
She slid a parchment across the counter.
"Alright, let's see."
Her quill moved quickly as she calculated values.
After a moment she looked up again.
"Jack Stone… you actually already have a balance with the guild."
Jack frowned.
"I do?"
She nodded and turned a ledger toward him.
"Team Vulcan reported the dragon wolf extermination and the Dracowolf kill. Guild Master Stormbraker placed the bounty under your name."
Jack leaned forward.
There, written clearly in the ledger:
Jack Stone — 100 Gold
Jack's eyes widened slightly.
"...Wait."
The receptionist smiled.
"Congratulations."
A few nearby adventurers nearly choked on their drinks.
"ONE HUNDRED GOLD?"
Jack let out a slow whistle.
"Well… that's helpful."
The receptionist handed him a small guild coin pouch stamped with the guild emblem.
"You can withdraw any amount whenever you like. Or leave it stored safely with the guild."
Jack tied the pouch to his belt.
"Honestly? I might leave most of it there for now."
She nodded politely
"Wise choice."
Jack gave a relaxed smile.
"Thanks for the help."
"Anytime, Mr. Stone."
The inn was warm and lively when Jack returned.
Tiny was asleep at the table with his face buried in an empty plate.
Jake was nursing an ale.
Sally was reading a small spell book.
Kirk looked up as Jack approached.
"Successful day?"
Jack sat down heavily.
"You could say that."
He dropped a small pile of coins on the table.
Jake nearly spit out his drink.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
Jack leaned back in his chair.
"Monster parts."
Tiny woke up immediately.
"Food?"
Jack laughed.
"No, big guy."
Kirk folded his arms with a satisfied grin.
"I told you he was dangerous."
Sally glanced at the coins.
"You'll have enough for a shop soon."
Jack stretched.
"That's the goal."
After another drink and some food, Jack finally stood.
"I'm turning in."
He climbed the wooden stairs to his room, the soft glow of lantern light guiding the hallway.
Inside, the small room was simple but comfortable.
A bed.
A chair.
A small window overlooking the street.
Jack dropped onto the mattress with a tired groan.
"Man… what a day."
He stared at the wooden ceiling for a moment before closing his eyes.Within seconds, sleep took him.
Far From High PointMiles away…
Deep Beneath Jagged Mountains…
A dark cavern stretched endlessly underground.
The air was thick with cold, oppressive power.
Torches burned with unnatural black flames along stone walls carved with ancient symbols.
Footsteps echoed through the darkness.
A tall man walked slowly through the cavern.
His posture was perfect.
His clothing immaculate.
His face smooth and flawless.
His dark eyes were cold and calculating.
Lord Alastair Stone.
Head of the powerful Stone noble family.
A man obsessed with prestige, legacy, and reputation.
He walked until the cavern opened into a vast throne chamber.
Dark pillars stretched toward a ceiling lost in shadow.
At the far end of the chamber sat a massive throne carved from black stone.
Upon it sat a figure.
Or something resembling one.
Its body was vaguely humanoid, but the shape constantly shifted beneath robes of writhing darkness.
Long limbs.
Pale, almost colorless skin.
Eyes that glowed faintly in the darkness.
Waves of dark power pulsed from the throne like a heartbeat.
Alastair approached slowly.
Then knelt at the base of the steps.
"My lord."
The being on the throne tilted its head slightly.Its voice echoed strangely through the chamber.
Not loud.
But impossibly heavy.
"Rise… Lord Stone."
Alastair lifted his head but remained kneeling.
"You summoned me."
The being leaned forward slightly.
"I did."
A long pause filled the room.
Then the creature spoke again.
"Your son… Jack Stone."
Alastair's expression hardened instantly.
"That failure?"
The being's eyes flickered faintly.
"He was meant to die."
Alastair nodded.
"I ensured it personally."
The creature rested one clawed hand on the arm of the throne.
"And yet…"
Dark energy rippled through the chamber.
"...he lives."
Alastair's eyes widened slightly.
"Impossible."
The being inhaled slowly.
Almost like smelling the air.
"There is… divine influence around him."
Alastair frowned.
"Divine?"
The creature's voice lowered.
"A new god has begun to extend its influence into this world."
The torches along the walls flickered violently.
"I smell it."
Alastair's jaw tightened.
"So the boy survived because of divine intervention?"
The being leaned back into the throne.
"His original soul was destroyed."
Alastair blinked.
"...Destroyed?"
"I made sure of it."
A long silence followed.
Then the creature continued.
"A new soul occupies that body."
Alastair felt a ripple of unease crawl through his chest.
"Possession?"
"Reincarnation."
The word echoed like thunder through the chamber.
The creature's glowing eyes narrowed.
"And the god responsible grows stronger through him."
Alastair's fists tightened.
"My lord… shall I eliminate the boy?"
The being immediately shook its head.
"No."
The command carried immense weight.
"You will do nothing."
Alastair's jaw clenched.
"Nothing?"
"You will observe."
Dark energy rippled across the throne.
"We do not yet understand this new divine influence."
Alastair lowered his gaze reluctantly.
"As you command."
The being's final words echoed through the chamber.
"Watch him."
"Report everything."
"And do not interfere."
Outside the Throne ChamberAlastair walked out of the cavern with controlled steps.
But the moment he reached the outer tunnels…
His calm expression shattered.
His eyes burned with fury.
"Observe him?"
His voice echoed angrily.
"My failure of a son…"
His fists clenched tightly.
"Embarrassing my family name."
He stopped walking and stared into the darkness ahead. A slow, cold smile spread across his face.
"Very well."
"If I cannot touch him directly…"
His mind began turning.
Mercenaries.
Political pressure.
Rival nobles.
Adventurer guild politics.
Accidents.
So many possibilities.
Alastair turned and walked toward the surface.
"Let's see how long you survive in this world, Jack."
His voice dripped with contempt.
"You were a disappointment once."
The night wind greeted him as he exited the cavern.
"And I will make sure you remain one."