My Treasure Hunt

As a child, I often felt I was different from everyone else, destined to become a hero without equal.

I had proof of it.

I remember the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival when I was seven. I had a strange dream: I was sitting on a huge boulder, smoking, with a gigantic sword planted in front of me. All around me lay corpses of every kind and shattered stars. The dream was so vivid that I still remember it clearly.

I thought that was the end of it, but when I was fourteen, the dream started again, and the spark of heroism was rekindled within me.

Now I'm twenty-eight, going nowhere and living numb, still worrying about where my next meal will come from, until...