All chronos multipliers have been reset to their base values!

You have received 0.0495 Chronos Concentration!

You have reached the first tier of Chronos Concentration!

Chronos multiplier limits have been increased!

Chronos multiplier gain has increased from 1.0x to 1.5x

Your heritage grows in potency!

You have reached the second tier of Chronos Concentration!

Chronos multiplier gain has increased from 1.5x to 2.5x

Chronos cultivation talent multiplier gain has increased from 1.0x to 2.5x

Chronos merit cost multiplier has decreased from 100% to 90%

These notifications were short, but that was because they got straight to the point. Ronan read them quickly, and lit up with excitement as he realised the implications.

For a few iterations he would be weaker than he had just been, and he would grow more slowly. Very soon, however, his advantages would snowball once more—faster than before—and take him to heights that had previously been out of reach.

He was glad that he had managed to obtain the second tier. He had briefly feared that he had done this too soon—that he had wasted the benefits of the minor blessing—but that fear proved unfulfilled. He suspected that it would have taken a lot more than he had the patience to accomplish to reach the third tier. Possibly even more than he could have accomplished without increasing his multiplier caps.

It was interesting to note that the caps were not the same as the thresholds required to grant him concentration. He had been able to gain Chronos concentration before he reached the cap in the credit gain multiplier, and the same went for whatever else had given him concentration.

He realised that at some point he had been expelled from the Dark Sea. Inside, he hadn't really been aware of much outside of his own consciousness, but he had felt a vast power pressing down on him. Looking down at what seemed like a small pond of darkest obsidian, Ronan felt a shiver run down his spine. I'm sorry for saying you were little more than a puddle. Thanks for the power-ups.

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With his first baptism complete, Ronan had nothing left to do in his clan's ancestral grounds. He gave the three strange structures one last look. Despite the lack of anything… homely… this place had grown on him. When he was in this endless white void, he felt peaceful.

He had a decision to make before he began the next iteration. He could return to the harder difficulty tutorial, and then the Path of the Gladiator, in order to continue harvesting the great rewards it offered him. That was a viable path of progression, and one that wouldn't require much effort spent in order to obtain a great deal of growth.

At the same time, Ronan wasn't the kind of man who could resist the thrill of a challenge. And right now, the nightmare difficulty was calling to him. For what else could lay beyond the harder difficulty, after the path had exposed the tiers to him?

With how much harder the harder difficulty tutorial had been than the hard difficulty tutorial, exponentially so, Ronan knew that the nightmare difficulty tutorial had to be something even greater. Something far worse.

More than the challenge it would pose him, he knew the rewards that it offered would eclipse those that came before it. If the same progression held true, then it would become a reliable source of epic skills.

Admittedly, that rarity didn't hold the same lustre now as it had when he first evolved his personal trait. What had once seemed so incredible was now thrice-eclipsed, his heavenly class revealing the fact that the system held power well beyond what he thought was already incredibly hard to obtain.

The fact that one needed to complete the nightmare difficulty tutorial to obtain one, or perhaps two, epic skills spoke to just how desired and potent they were. Yet he would be taking far more than one or two. And he couldn't wait.

Even though this stream of thought had begun as Ronan making a decision and weighing his options, he had ended up convincing himself that there was only one real choice. He needed to take on the nightmare difficulty tutorial, if only to see what awaited him there.

Without his multipliers, he would be a tad weaker than he'd been, but that was fine. He would have three classes, and a litany of other advantages that would use to their utmost to break the tutorial and turn it into little more than a factory farm of epic and possibly legendary skills, and, he realised, mythical items.

This is going to be fun. With that thought encompassing all of his emotions towards what came next, Ronan reached out to his heritage and let it take him.

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