Barbarian's Path To Multiversal Domination Chapter 12: A New Home

“Help… help, he's going to kill us a-”

Dennis dragged the girl by her hair right back into the classroom and tossed her through a window on the opposite side. The force behind it all left her paralysed in the backyard. He proceeded to murder the rest of the class with relative ease, alarming the surrounding classrooms with sounds of hopeless deaths.

One teacher immediately called the police while some brave yet foolish students wanted to investigate. When they slowly opened the door and took a glimpse, a flying vodka bottle bashed right across the first. 

“AHHHHHHH!”

The closest students screeched at the horrible sight.

BANG.

Dennis stormed out, breaking down the door.

“GOOOD MORNING!”

He was covered in blood like a crimson fiend from the depths of hell. His almost golden eyes flowed with rivers of killing intent. The mad grin across this face, which went from ear to ear, was one that the observers would never see again. Why? Because they're going to fucking die.

Left, right.

Dennis swung his arms around, knocking out everyone in his vicinity. Afterwards, he walked over to the gym hall while killing anyone who was near him along the way. When he did make it there, a class of individuals looked over with fear. 

A basketball bounced near his feet.

He looked down, picking it up. He held it in his palm before glancing at all the people staring at him. With a wide grin, he winded back his arm and tossed the basketball right at a student’s head.

Bang.

It smashed against his face, bouncing right up and back into Dennis’ hand.

“Huh.”

He looked with an amused expression.

Needless to say, he proceeded to give a dozen people brain damage while practicing his throwing.

…

Meanwhile, Grace was chilling on a couch while watching the chaos unfold with a large batch of popcorn. She had the TV on a live news channel alongside a projection through her new favorite ancient artifact, the Apple of Eden. The TV showed a dozen police cars rounding the college while the Apple’s projection showed Dennis murdering people indiscriminately with a pair of basketballs.

“Looks like you’re becoming pretty famous.”

Her phone suddenly rang, and she casually picked it up. It was none other than her older sister, Camilla.

“Did you see what’s happening in north London? It’s crazy.”

“Mhm.” Grace nonchalantly nodded, looking at her nails. “I’ll be sure to stay safe.”

“Isn’t it the college your boyfriend goes to?”

 “Sure is.”

“... Wait, isn’t that him?”

“Maybe.”

“How can you be so casual about it? He’s mass-murdering people in broad daylight!”

“Would midnight be a better time?” Grace chuckled, tilting her head slightly. “Big sis, you know so very little. How about you just watch the chaos unfold without bothering me with your pointless reactions, okay? Bye-bye.”

She hung up and continued watching.

…

“Wallahi, this bruddha is an absolute nutter “

Abdi, a student from the same college was recording an Instagram live from his phone. He was keeping his distance behind the surge of police. The comments were flooding in as the number of live viewers dramatically increased.

“You should get closer, I can't see shit.”

“Blud is going on a crazy killstreak. He might have enough for a nuke lol”

“It's a good day to be absent 💀”

Abdi glanced over, reading the first.

“Get closer? Bruv are you MAD. I'm not going in there to die.”

“Just say that you're a pussy 😿”

“Get in the cage you monkey 🐒”

“😸”

“Bro is pissing himself over a few steps”

“😸😸😸”

“😹”

A common trend of cat emojis flowed through the chat, clearly calling out Abdi for his tact. 

“I'm not trying to get in a bodybag innit. If anything, you lot are lucky I'm even here recording. I should be at home playing FIFA or some shit.”

“DIE… DIE… DIE… DIE… DIE… RED… BLOOD… DENNIS LOVIN’ IT!”

“Is that a fucking SWORD!?” 

Abdi looked over the crowd with his height. He saw Dennis with Blackfyre, murdering police left and right as they helplessly attempted to taze him or even fight back with batons. The tazers didn't do shit, while the batons did even less. Blackfyre cut right through them.

“Naah this is classic Britain hahahahaha.” 

“Go get a sword and duel him bro ⚔️ “

“In America, he would already have a hundred bullets inside of him.”

“Yeah this maniac wouldn't even be a problem.”

Several police officers approached the crowd, blocking the way and pushing them back.

“Move back, young man. Stop recording.”

“Nah, why don't you go and handle him.” A random student replied.

Meanwhile, the street was blocked with people and police cars to the point that no vehicle could pass. The number of honks per second was rapidly increasing, adding to the chaos. Police reinforcements had to arrive by foot, leaving their cars behind elsewhere. 

This meant that Dennis was absolutely feasting with hardly any resistance.

“Nah, I'm not dying for this shit.”

Abdi left Instagram as Dennis kept mowing through people and dipped from the scene.

Half an hour later…

Dennis had made the street look like it was right out of a nightmare. Slashed and torn bodies lined the entrance to the school and a pile had been made right outside. Empty cars littered the road, some abandoned while others suffeted a case of their driver having Valyrian Steel shoved through their throat.

A helicopter soared above with a cameraman and news reporter broadcasting live to the UK.

“Looks like a scene right out of a horror movie.” William, the reporter, looked on with a serious expression. “Over a hundred bodies, slashed, torn and bloodied with one fiend of a man seemingly responsible for it all with just a longsword in hand.”

“Is he even human?” His co-reporter questioned. “No normal man could do this.”

“That goes without saying, Fred. Even the most cruel and brutal serial killers would be terrified of this… thing. He has strength, no doubt, given his monstrous physique  - but his heart and mind have to be countless times more twisted. I doubt there is anything there but a black void.”

Dennis had heard the helicopter from a good distance away, staring at it for a few seconds. His ears blared with the irritating noise over and over again. Louder each time.

His expression turned to one of rage as he sped forward to the nearest building and climbed up with barbaric, gorilla-esque grace (pun unintended).

“Oh God, is he approaching us?”

Dennis leapt off the nearest tall building, trying to reach the helicopter. 

Unfortunately… he fell short. Very short, for that matter.

“Thank the Lord he can’t fly.”

Dennis went spiralling back to the ground in a fall that was over seventy feet. 

“BALERION!”

His shout summoned a terrible dragon that crashed and broke apart several buildings in its appearance. He fell on its back, being lifted high in the air by its enormous wings. The jaws of the reporters dropped. 

“Is that… a dragon?”

Men, women, children, all alike looked up collectively as a terrifying shadow loomed over them and eclipsed the sun’s light. It was a sight that belonged to a movie. A mythological, fictional, creature of mass destruction suddenly appearing in the modern world…

No one was ready.

“ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!”

Balerion roared, letting everyone know shit was about to go down. 

“BURN!”

Balerion heard Dennis and obeyed, turning to face the helicopter and preparing to breathe fire down upon it. 

“Ah, fuck…”

WHOOOSH.

Balerion’s flames burned right through the helicopter, making it explode in hardly a second. Its many pieces crashed down onto the ground as Dennis laughed. The armed police on the ground were too shell-shocked to make any attempt to take him down. Nor could they, really.

Dennis used his dragon to cause more chaos, burning down buildings right, left and centre. Not a thing could stop him…

Not until squadrons of jets intercepted Balerion.

ZOOM. 

They flew through the air, circling around Balerion. The dragon let out a breath of fire, only for the jets to evade it completely and turn back behind it. 

Shew. Shew. Shew.

Dozens of missiles went off at once, targeting the entirety of Balerion’s body. The dragon wasn’t all that nimble to dodge heat-seeking missiles…

BANG. BANG. BANG.

All missiles hit their mark, absolutely destroying the dragon.

“BLYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!”

Dennis cursed as he began falling a height well over five thousand feet.

To his misfortune… there was no water near sight.

When his descent came to an end, he shattered practically every bone in his body and died on impact.

“Did we just kill a dragon?” One of the pilots remarked witu a tone mixed with shock and pride.

“Yeah, looks like it. God knows where it came from…”

“Don’t dragons have arms?”

“This one didn’t.”

~

[Origin World Lost…]

[As you break your chains from the world of old, your path to the pinnacle truly begins.]

{New Epithets gained.}

[Mentor For A Day E+ - Grants you the capacity to recruit others to your cause, whether through persuasion or force. Naturally, gained through your short term as the leader of the Italian Brotherhood.]

[The Collector EX - Attained after over two thousand years of hardship collecting Borgia Flags. Your senses are amplified countless times over to the point that you can locate the target of your interest in but a moment, no matter what it is.]

{Upgrades to current Epithets…}

[The Antifaith E+ → D. Attained after carving your path through the Castello D’ Angelo and the Borgia. Greater buff from killing religious figures.]

[One-Man Army D → C. You’ve proven to be capable of besting thousands of enemies at once, granting you even greater strength when heavily outnumbered.]

[Coast To Coast D+ → C-. Travelling from country to country has become no more than a hike.]

[Dancing With Death C- → C. Time and time again, you’ve proven to be a more effective combatant without any pointless restraints like armour. With this, your proficiency as a naked warrior has improved.]

[Madness Enhancement: D++ → B-. Your insanity has taken root past even a barbaric desire for blood. You begin to seek much more, sacrificing any sense of humanity for even greater strength.]

[Demon of the Trident D+ → C-. You know that there is no wound that water cannot heal and have used it to win where you otherwise would have died. Recovery speed in water has increased further.]

[Kingslayer D → D+. Although not kings, Cesare and Rodrigo Borgia were prominent ruling figures in Roma. Your effectiveness against ruling figures has increased.]

{Spoils of War}

• [Armour of Brutus] - Disliked by most of the AC Community for its supposed ‘ugliness’ (I always thought it looked cool, but maybe I’m weird), the Armour of Brutus is one that is unbreakable against those in your realm of strength.

• [Dagger of Brutus] - It lives up to the ‘Brute’ part of its name, enhancing the brutality of the user when wielding it.

• [Sword of Altair] - A sharp blade that is as lethal as it is iconic, passing down from one great Assassin to the next.

• [The Hidden Blade] - Attained with all its gadgets from the Renaissance Era, including the hidden pistol and poison darts/blade.

• [Eternal Borgia Flag]

• [Ezio’s Brotherhood Robes] 

• [Assassin Plate Robes]

• [Crashout Of The Century Award] - A trophy specifically made for you after causing the greatest terrorist attack since the turn of the century.

~

“Wakey, wakey.”

Dennis slowly opened his eyes to a room of pure, shining, white marble. He had been nestled in a king-sized bed that was beyond comfortable, as if he were sucked into a world of softness. Of course, the person who stood over him was Grace, who had a change of fashion. She wore a Greek Toga, which seemed a tad bit too small for her. It wrapped around all of her curves and edges, emboldening them.

Her beauty seemed to grow in tandem with Dennis’ madness, making any other woman on Earth look dull as dust in comparison. 

Dennis tilted his head slightly.

“Where am I?”

“This is a safe area, separate from time and space. A gift which our benefactor bestowed upon us. From now on, this will be our home and where you will return each time you die. As of now, there’s only the bedroom, a trophy room, stables and the armoury.”

“What about… Earth, my family?”

“Dead.” Grace took on a more serious expression. “They returned from their vacation right as you went into your rampage. Unfortunately, they were caught in the flames of your dragon.”

“... You can’t go back before?”

“That’s the one place I can’t go.” Grace shook her head. “It is for the greater good, I believe. They would not accept you as you are.”

“...” 

A faint sense of sorrow tinted Dennis’ eyes before fading completely. He stood up out of bed, right next to Grace. It was then that he realised that his clothing was in a similar style as Grace’s, except his version exposed half of his chest diagonally.

“It’s alright.” Grace smiled, grabbing his large hand and placing it against her chest. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what kind of monster you become. If it is a family that you seek, I shall be your wife and bear you as many children as you’d like.”

“I don’t want children.” Dennis shook his head. “I want my next battle.”

“Uh-huh.” Grace pouted slightly. “So you’re not even going to compliment me on my looks and just use me for my ability, is that it?”

“Yes.”

“That’s fine.” She crossed her arms, turning away. “I’ll just keep you here - forever.”

He knew better.

Slap.

Dennis’ hand swept against Grace’s face, tossing her down onto the bed. Her emerald eyes widened in surprise as she observed the bruise on her cheek.

“Dennis…” Her mouth opened slightly as she raised an eyebrow in protest. “That one hurt.”

“Do I look like I care?” Dennis questioned, leaping onto the bed and over her. “Next battle… now.”

“I’ll give you your next battle, asshat.”

A golden dagger flashed into Grace’s hand as she attempted to stab his shoulder. He grabbed her wrist and forced her entire arm down on the bed. He restrained the other hand as well, joining them together above her head with a single hand. Meanwhile, he raised the other to her neck and grasped it tightly.

“You… better say… sorry.”

All the while, she tried to kick him off, but his sheer weight kept her legs from moving far.

“Cock-crazed slut…” Dennis grinned, looking down at her. “This is my apology.”

Grace struggled as Dennis’ grip tightened. 

“I’ll kill you… in your… sleep.” 

“I’d love to see that.”

RIP.

He turned her over, and his rough hands tore away at her toga in seconds - presenting her bubbly behind ripe for the taking. He wasted no time grasping her large cheeks with spread-open palms, having a tight, thorough hold of them before whipping out his monstrous member. 

“No… don’t…”

He went right in.

“Oooh~” Grace let out a loud, resounding moan that echoed through the marble chamber. “You… barbarian. You dare to defile my regal body-”

With one hand pressing her back down and her head steadily engraved into the pillows because of his monstrous strength, there was hardly anything that she could do but take it… over and over and over again. Instinctively, she had raised her ass up, which made it easier for him. 

All that Dennis could hear was her muffled moans of pleasure as she bit into the pillow.

“Ahhhh~”

Grace squirted all over Dennis before he even got close to finishing. He drew out of her, slapping the juice all over her backside. As he let go of her back, she finally turned and sat up further on the bed. 

“Changed your mind?” 

“Hmph.” Grace shook her head defiantly. “I’d never submit to a beast like you, no matter how many times you-”

Dennis surged forward, and she rolled to the side, right off the bed.

“Playing hard to get…”

Dennis continued his pursuit, running after her through the rather spacious room. She wasn’t a quarter as explosive as him, so he caught up rather swiftly. After pouncing on her like a tiger, he stood over her like a mountain of muscle.

Grace looked up at him, her legs struggling to move him even an inch.

His hands reached down, ripping apart the front of her toga and revealing her large breasts. The same ones that were the subject of the lust of countless men and the envy of most women. To Dennis, they were just something he liked to play with.

“My virtue isn’t enough for you, fiend?”

“I want everything.” 

Dennis answered, firmly grasping both of them before leaning in and vigorously sucking one of her breasts with a wide open mouth, almost like a hungry baby. His tongue swirled around her nipple before engulfing it in a passionate kiss that led to a bite.

“Bastard… you dare bite me-”

She tried to hit him in the head with her hands, but he remained stuck to her like a terrible leech, his saliva soaking all over the wound and dripping further out. Eventually, he withdrew with a slightly bloody mouth. He licked his lips, wiping it away. Its metallic, salty taste only spurred him.

He raised his hand to grasp her neck once more, spitting right into her mouth.

She kept it closed… until Dennis opened it wide for her and spit right inside before slapping her face and choking her with both hands.

“Mh…”

“Every inch of you belongs to me. Your large tits, succulent nipples, the smart mouth that always begs for my dick, that tight huge ass that wraps around me, the pussy that takes all of my seed, your wavy golden hair, your powers, heart, soul, mind, neck, thighs, legs, arms, hips, every, single, fucking, inch.”

Grace swallowed, her emerald eyes shining with lustful glee. 

“If I want to fight, you find me a battlefield. If I’m hungry, you cook me a fucking banquet of great food. If I want you, I’ll take your body and use it however I want. Do you understand?”

“No~” Grace glanced away, still putting up her best act to fan the flames further. “I am… a strong, independent woman… I belong to no one.”

“I’ll teach you today.” 

He slipped his dick right back inside her pussy, ramming it ruthlessly at a steady pace. He kept at it for a minute before accelerating to even greater speeds. Grace couldn’t keep herself from bending to his will, cumming once again. 

“You aren’t even remotely tired…” Grace remarked with a helpless tone.

Dennis withdrew and sat forward on top of her. He put her breasts together and rubbed his dick between them, its tip constantly smashing against her rejecting lips.

“Suck on it, you slut.”

Dennis forced his dick further, the tip forcing its way through her lips and ramming against her tongue.

“Mh… mh… mh…”

Grace moaned as Dennis kept using her mouth and breasts simultaneously. Eventually, she submitted and wrapped her tongue around the tip. It was only then, after several minutes, that Dennis finally unleashed a wave of his cum inside of her mouth. He slowly slipped it out and raised her chin.

“You better swallow every last drop.”

“Mhm…”

Grace gulped several times, downing it all down. Once she finished, she opened her mouth and showed him with her tongue raised. Dennis grinned, slapping the side of her face with his dick.

“Good girl. Now, are you done pretending?”

“I only did it so that you’d finish faster and my suffering would end sooner.” She shook her head. “Don’t think that I enjoyed the experience.”

“Always goading me…”

“What are you doing now-?”

He stood up and raised Grace by the arm alongside him. He then pushed her against the wall and lifted her up with ease. 

“A new technique.”

He held her by the sides of her body with his great strength, bouncing her down on his dick over and over like a human-sized fleshlight. He kept at it for an extended period of time until Grace had left a puddle of her own making on the ground and gave in completely.

“Keep going, daddy~” Grace cried out, her facial expression one of pure euphoria. “Use me again and again until there isn’t an ounce of dissatisfaction in your… twisted…barbaric… heaaaiirrtt!!!”

Dennis slammed her down like he was in the WWE, pulling her legs over her head and going into a full mating press. He continued fucking her relentlessly, releasing his seed. However, he did not stop for a moment and continued - letting some of it flow out each time he withdrew. 

“Take it all…”

Dennis increased his pace once more, violently pressing down against her womb time and time again.

“AHHHH… OH YEAH… OH YEAAAH~”

Grace came first, shortly followed by Dennis as he creampied her thoroughly. Even when he slipped out, his dick kept ejaculating all over her body. He practically covered her from head to toe in his seed.

Dennis stood over her, chuckling.

“Are you happy yet?”

“I’ve never… been happier.”

Grace looked weary, her eyes half-open and half-closed while her lips curled into a joyous smile.

To Dennis’ surprise, she had fallen asleep. Completely.

“...” He blinked for a few seconds while his stomach grumbled. “Yo, I’m hungry.”

As he touched her face, he got no response. Dennis sighed, taking her off the ground and dropping her onto the bed. He looked around the bedchamber and saw the mess that they had made.

In his hunger, he decided to take a look around. Maybe there was a fridge full of food somewhere around. The bedchamber had three exits, one leading into a larger corridor, one to the left that led to a trophy room and the one on the right which was the armoury. 

Dennis had discovered the trophy room first, which was rather small, with only a single trophy, a large Borgia Flag, and a couple of pieces of paper grandly presented inside glass cases. The trophy was larger than his head, crimson and gold, with the words ‘Crashout Of The Century’ written on it.

He shrugged, looking over at the pieces of paper. After a bit of skim-reading, he noticed that they were all songs written by his old ‘friend’ Rhaegar. He frowned at the Borgia Flag, ripping it off. He proceeded to tear it to shreds and let the pieces fall to the ground.

As he turned away, he sensed something…

He turned right back and saw that the Borgia Flag was right back up, taunting him.

“Dolboyob.”

He did it again… and again… and again.

Each time, it returned.

In the end, he decided to let it be due to his hunger. 

Afterwards, he took a look inside of the armoury where the Armour of Brutus stood at the centre with the dagger proudly placed near it on a stand. To the right side of the room was the robes he had earned as a Maestro, and the one next to it was the Assassin robes styled after Ezio’s robes. On the left, there was a weapon stand with both the Sword of Altair and Blackfyre presented.

“I bet Grace put everything so neatly.”

Dennis smiled slightly, turning away.

He went out into the corridor, which only had one unlocked area; the stables. It was the largest of all the rooms by far and seemed to be a world of its own with a field of grass, blue skies and a sun shining over it. Inside, only one creature lurked.

His favourite (and only) dragon, Balerion.

“I thought you died.”

The dragon looked at him.

(What does he want from me now?)

“Any food around here?” Dennis looked around, seeing only grass. He wasn’t much of a vegan to be eating plants like that. “No?”

The dragon shook its head slowly, feeling a slight unease. Dennis was as strong of a master as he was unpredictable.

“Well, you got plenty of meat on you, don’t you?”

“...”

Balerion turned away, raising his wings and flying off.

“Slyuha…” Dennis cursed. “I’ll remember that.”

“Geez, you really are useless without me.”

Dennis slowly turned and saw Grace walk up behind him, who looked as if Dennis hadn’t just thoroughly ravaged her. She was as unstained as a maiden. 

“This place… has certain rules. It’s our Kingdom, in a way. All of your spoils of war will find themselves here, and some will even change the world itself. For instance, the stables would not exist without Balerion, and the armoury wouldn’t exist either if you hadn’t collected anything to store.”

“It adapts to your accomplishments, attainments and necessities.”

“I’m hungry… so where’s my food?” Dennis tilted his head. “I don’t see a kitchen.”

“Well, to have a kitchen, you need a cook.”

“You can cook.”

“I play the part of Queen.” Grace smiled, shaking her head. “Of course, I can, but it is not my main duty. For a kitchen to surface, you will need to find a suitable woman… or man, if that’s what you choose.”

“So I need to go and kidnap someone?”

“Pretty much.” Grace nodded, her lips curling into a devious smile. “Don’t you worry about having to look around; I have the perfect candidate for that. I find her quite attractive, too. She’d liven this place quite well.”

“Who?”

“You’ll sniff her out.”

A portal opened between them.

“Go on, your first maid is very patiently waiting for you.”

Dennis didn’t think twice, his hunger pushing him forward.

~

As he walked through, he was flashed by a brilliant white light that forced him to cover his eyes. After a few seconds, it vanished, and he opened them back to a great entrance and a colossal mountain filled with trees and buildings. On the front was a sign saying ‘Totsuki Culinary Academy’, though Dennis couldn’t read Japanese.

One thing he could read, though… or rather, sniff…

Was all the tasty suburb, orgasm-inducing food that had been made beyond those gates.

(Dark Souls arc will be the next as voted on Patreon, this is just the transition period where Dennis goes on a few smaller quick invasions.)