For a new recruit on his first battlefield, it was enough just to make sure he did not die—if he managed to kill an enemy, he would already have outdone the original owner's record.
But what about when he became a squad leader?
When he rose to captain?
When he commanded an army on his own?
Shen Le was already getting a headache. For now, the only comfort was that this illusion did not need to be cleared in a single run; he could start over from the beginning—
Run it from the start, over and over. Even without some expert god making a guide for him, surely he could eventually clear it, right?
Unless he was the absolute worst kind of butterfingers—the sort who needed Fengling Yueying just to beat the big boss, or even to get past the earlier gatekeeper with a single "ding."
Shen Le felt he had not fallen that low yet. His physical abilities, repeatedly enhanced by the Copper Fragment, should still surpass those soldiers', right?
Forget it. He would deal with the future when it came. Cradling the helmet, Shen Le looked it over from every angle and tried to pour warm energy into it.
Within the illusion, the helmet's former owner had worn a full suit of armor, and had also possessed a bow, arrows, blades, spears, and a warhorse. He did not dare hope for the warhorse, but the other pieces of the armor...
At least give him a direction?
He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. The golden orb in his dantian spun rapidly as he worked to channel warm energy into the helmet. The helmet did not refuse it, absorbing as much as he gave it, but aside from that, there was no reaction whatsoever.
Shen Le waited patiently for