Weed Man in Fantasy World

Jason Legimer died on a couch in New Jersey at thirty-something, a functional degenerate with no accomplishments and excellent taste in strains. He woke up thirteen years old, orphaned, and sleeping behind a fishmonger's in the city of Ardenfall, in a world where spirits called Sar roam the wilds and anyone who bonds one borrows their power. Six months of investigation confirm the worst: this world has no weed. It has magic, monsters, and a Church that considers a clouded mind an open door for demons, but not one plant worth smoking. Then a System wakes up in his chest, hands him a free gacha pull, and drops a Life-affinity spirit into his lap. Vaeloran is theatrical, insufferable, absurdly high-potential, and shaped like a chipped flowerpot. The System offers quests: clear the vermin, deliver the package, survive the night outside the walls. It expects an adventurer. What it gets is a bored ex-stoner with a botany hobby, a spirit who can make things grow, and a plan that starts with breeding a plant that does not exist yet and ends with selling it to an entire continent that has been told it will damn them. He is Stone rank. He has one bond slot, three coppers, and no supervision. It is going to take a while.