This is a fantastical world, filled with mysterious powers. It embraces both materialism and idealism... Leon himself didn't know whether his description was accurate. Despite living for decades, his understanding of this world was still far from deep, and he hadn't grasped its essence.
Firearms and ammunition might be considered powerful weapons on Earth, but Leon couldn't guarantee they would possess the same effectiveness in this world. After all, mathematics is the universal language of the cosmos, but physical phenomena and chemical reactions might not follow the same rules.
In any case, success would bring joy to all, and failure would merely result in wasting tens of thousands—or even hundreds of thousands—of gold coins. It wasn't a big deal. Cutting off these thoughts would prevent anxiety over it in the future, which wasn't entirely a bad thing.
"Are you sure it doesn't have any side effects?"