Straightforward version: Timid and hesitant, wild and erratic, in the apocalypse all I want is a dream. To shatter every obstacle, all I need is a good night's sleep.
Light prose version: Born in the apocalypse but obsessed with games, I dream of cultivating immortality. Then I meet an unreliable young lady, and in the end I'm forced to go farm in a world of immortal heroes. What am I supposed to do?
Content version: A quick-witted nobody from the bottom of the apocalypse suddenly becomes rich. My income comes entirely from dreaming, and all I need to do to cultivate is sleep. The world of immortal heroes needs reviving? I point, tap once, and start farming. When I wake up, everything is taken care of. My fellow disciples handle the fighting, and the sect leader handles the work. All I, Xu San, ask for is a carefree life.
