Jean Foster was a waste. He never went to school and never had a job. He was even kicked from his parents' house where he had lived for 20 years! He felt like he never belonged where he was in the first place. Obsessed with Chinese Cultivation and Taoism, he did everything he could to make his fantasies (delusions) into reality - even if that meant giving up his life. Dropped, sorry. Might pick up again.
Sorry everyone. I have decided to drop this because I have literally no motivation to keep going. I liked writing this story, but now I don't. I don't really know how many of you actually like this story but, meh. I'm especially sorry to the one person who kept me going throughout, always voting and commenting. The man, the myth, the legend - OshJosh. Sorry dude, you wasted all those power stones.
I might resume this later on or whatever, but no guarantees. That's also only if feel like it or find some motivation. I also might start a different story, who knows. Sorry I wasted your time guys, bye!