My Treasure Hunt

When I was a child, I often felt that I was different from ordinary people and could become a hero. I have evidence for this. I remember that when I was seven years old, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I was sitting on a boulder smoking a cigarette, with a giant sword in front of me, surrounded by various corpses and broken stars. The dream was so clear that I still remember it fresh. I thought that the matter would end here, but what I didn't expect was that when I was fourteen years old, the dream started again, and the fire of being a hero was ignited in me. Now, I am twenty-eight years old. I have accomplished nothing and am living in a numb state. I have not yet had three meals a day to worry about, until...