Barbarian's Path To Multiversal Domination Chapter 11: Grace's 'Punishment'

‘What the fuck happened?’

I opened my eyes to chains all over and some blonde woman hitting me with a metal rod. I was still naked. My arms were bound to the walls while my feet were held down by some metal balls. They were decently heavy.

The last thing I remembered was fighting Borgia guards over and over and over again… 

Did I get tired of killing those weeklings and went for a nap?

“You barbarian…” The woman frowned, stopping her attacks. They felt like tickles. “You've finally woken.”

“Am I meant to know you?”

“Oh, you don't remember? Maybe this will help you…” 

She raised an eyebrow and started hitting me on the chest again.

“If you're going to keep hitting me, the least you could do is make me feel pain.”

“... Guard! Hit his head as hard as you can.”

The Borgia guard walked up to me with a slight grin as he took out his hammer and smacked me in the head with it. Now I felt that one… and it was good. Made me feel alive. 

Now… I was awake.

I tugged on the chains binding my arms and started pulling them to me. 

“What are you doing? Hit him again!”

Just as the guard was about to hit me, I raised my leg and smashed the large metal ball against his kidney. Bro collapsed to the ground while I finally felt the walls start to give in.

Clink…

The part of the wall connected to the chain was dragged right off.

I am free. 

The woman looked shocked, with wide eyes and an open mouth. 

“You monster…”

“Remind me, what did I do?” I walked up to her, forcing the woman against the wall. She was tiny. “Tell me.”

“You… raped me.”

“Did I?” 

“Yes…”

I paused for a moment, letting it sink in. Honestly - I didn’t care about her. If anything, I found her stupid expression funny.

“Why am I alive then?” I questioned, grabbing her neck with one hand. “Did you want it to happen again…”

“Absurd…” She spat on my face. “I wanted you to die a slow, painful, death…”

“Let it all out, slyuha.”

I punched her in the gut and watched the woman spit out a mouthful of saliva onto the ground. I let go of her, and she crumbled to the ground like she just got knocked out. I didn’t hit her that hard…

“Argh… voughhhh…”

She proceeded to vomit all over the ground. I kicked her head down straight into the pool of whatever she had eaten previously.

“Bastardo…”

“You shouldn’t be talking when you’re that weak…”

As I was about to stomp on her head, a golden light sent me flying back. The light was blinding, forcing me to put my arms up to cover my eyes. When the light dimmed down, I lowered my arms and looked at Grace who was wearing some ancient Greek clothing.

“I could definitely get used to you being naked all the time.” Grace chuckled, holding the weird, shiny toy Ezio had used against me. “It's been a long time, hasn’t it? Well, a long time for you - not so much for me.”

“Borgia Flag shit was your idea?” I questioned.

“... Mhm.” Grace nodded, tilting her head slightly. “You sharpened your senses to an absurd degree because of it.”

“How long was I in there?”

“Over ten thousand years.”

“...” I chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

“If you think about it, you’re pretty much older than human civilisation… technically.” She looked at me, knowing full well how much frustration those flags gave me. “It was intentional, of course. The whole near-impossible simulation. I like poking my pookie bear.”

“You craving slut…” 

As I walked towards her, the golden light stopped me.

“Let’s take the trash out real quick.” 

Before I knew it, the other woman vanished.

The magic toy seemed to work better in Grace’s hands than Ezio’s. I couldn’t move an inch, no matter how hard I tried.

“I have to say, though… I feel offended regarding your incident with this Lucrezia Borgia.” Grace frowned a little, circling around me. “I suppose she is blonde and has blue eyes - maybe you thought she looked like me. Even so, this? If you're going to cheat on me, the least you could do is find someone relative to my beauty.”

“Who am I kidding? No one is as beautiful as I.”

She chuckled, shaking her head.

“Soooo… what am I to do with my unfaithful boyfriend, hmm?”

“If you hated it that much, you would’ve stopped me.”

“I… was just so very distraught.” She made a depressed expression, shaking her head.  “It’s true what they say: all men are trash. How could you cheat on me, your greatest benefactor? Without me, you’d be just another roadman on the street. I bet you’d be going from bin to bin looking for scraps to eat or begging for money at the entrance of a supermarket.”

“I’ve given you so much… and all you’ve done is spit in my face.”

She sniffled, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

I knew she was acting. Grace loved her drama. 

“You want me to get on my knees and beg?” I questioned, still unable to move. “If I were that kind of person… you would’ve never chased me like a hungry dog after a piece of meat. I don’t apologise for anything. That’s not who I am.”

“I was but an innocent angel tainted by the devil’s temptation…” She sighed, shaking her head. “What has become of me? What do I do with a devious man like you? To go so far as to ravage the noble and beautiful Lucrezia Borgia, oh… how depraved! A fiend like you belongs in the depths of hell.”

“Send me there, then.”

“No…” She chuckled, smiling. “I have a far better idea. The Apple of Eden is pretty handy, you see.”

Eight copies came out of her… the same technique Ezio had used. They all seemed to laugh and giggle, slowly spreading out around me. Three bent down in front of me and began servicing my dick, two on each side while the middle one sucked on the tip. Meanwhile, the other two stepped to my left and right side - touching and licking my chest. As for the seventh, she grabbed my right arm and sucked on my fingers while the eighth rubbed her breasts against my back.

Was I… being gang-banged?

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself there.” Grace smiled, tilting her head slightly. She clapped her hands together and giggled. “I want you to know that I am really and truly proud of you, Dennis. You’re becoming a true man.”

“How long do you plan to keep me trapped here?”

“Geez.” She rolled her eyes. “Let me finish my monologue, okay?”

“... Sure, whatever.”

“You did what you wanted, killed who you wanted to kill, took who you wanted to take. You embraced your nature!” Grace chuckled while her clones kept servicing me. It was a little hard to concentrate. “Do you remember what I said to you in the beginning? About true warriors?”

“You’ve becoming just that. Domination - that is your purpose. To dominate the field of battle, overcome the mightiest of foes, take whatever you see fit and conquer all the women who catch your eye… willing or not.”

“It’s time to free you completely of the world that holds you down.”

…

A golden light flashed before Dennis as he was sent away. Her clones vanished, too. There was only silence for a brief moment.

Grace then recalled Lucrezia.

“You… who are you?”

“Only the most graceful lady to ever take breath.” Grace smiled, raising the Apple of Eden. “You know full well the feeling of jealousy, given your obsession for your brother.”

“...”

“The truth is… I can’t let you live. Nor could I let you die to anyone else, for that matter. This is very, very personal. You see  - only I am fit to bear his children.”

The Apple’s golden light shined.

“Alas, you played your part…”

Lucrezia Borgia’s entire body splattered across the cell, painting it red. Grace observed her bloody appearance, licking the blood that fell upon her lip.

“I can’t say I have Dennis’ taste for it.”

~

It was almost midnight. 

The local Tesco store was still working, and so was the homeless man who camped at its entrance. He would speak to each man and woman who passed him by, asking for change. Some wore headphones and acted like they didn’t hear, some outright ignored him, others didn’t even have change… there were a great many reasons why he barely got anything for the day.

It was crushing, indeed.

He saw a young man with pitch-black hair stumbling his way towards the entrance, holding his head. Despite his ragged appearance, the man was handsome and built like a towering bull. 

“Some change, good sir?”

The homeless man shook his cup, making the coins clash against one another and get his attention.

The young man glanced at him with a terrifying glare.

“Get a job, blyat…”

“I can’t…”  The homeless man sighed. “I try… I really do. No one wants me. I just need a little bit to pass by, sir…”

“You want change?” He suddenly smiled, helping the homeless man off the ground. “The Liberation of Earth has begun…”

“...?” The homeless man looked puzzled.

“Come on.” 

The young man wrapped his arm around the homeless man’s shoulder, dragging him along and into the store.

“Anything you want, mate. It’s on the house.”

“Really?” The homeless man’s eyes lit up; he couldn’t believe the youth’s generosity.

“Yeah, anything.”

The homeless man was hesitant at first, but with the young man’s encouragement, he started getting the things he had always wanted. A gourmet of fruits, fresh water, soda, a myriad of sandwiches, crisps and even expensive alcohol.

“You’d… really do this for an old man like me?”

“Yeah.”

 Dennis nodded, taking his basket of shopping and walking to the exit.

“Wait… the checkout is that way.”

Dennis ignored him, eyeing the security guard as the detector beeped red. He kept staring at him - looking into his very soul. The security guard frowned a little.

“You have to pay for all of that…”

 Dennis suddenly stepped forward, and he flinched back.

“Dolboyob.”

Dennis chuckled, stepping back and grabbing some flowers.

“I never picked flowers… so which ones are the best for a girlfriend?” Dennis questioned, slapping the guard’s face lightly with one of them. “This one?”

“... I don’t know who you think you are.” The security guard huffed and puffed up his chest. “But if you do that again, I’ll have to batter you”

His voice cracked when he said ‘I’ll have to’, making him sound far less confident than he wanted to.

Dennis grinned and slapped his face with the flowers again.

“Go on, then.”

The security guard had enough, rising to the occasion and punching Dennis’ face. He barely moved. When the security guard saw Dennis’ grin, his face dropped.

BANG.

Dennis smacked him on the back of the head so hard the security guard bounced off the ground.

The homeless man couldn’t believe his inhuman strength…

“Wha… what?”

He then smashed the entire detector to pieces in a few punches and tossed it all to the side. Afterwards, he turned to the homeless man.

“Take your shopping and get the fuck out.”

“No… this isn’t right…”

“Sure. Go starve.” Dennis nonchalantly shrugged, taking the basket for himself. “Oh… I do need money. These flowers are shit too.”

The receptionist, who was acting like she hadn’t seen a thing, suddenly shuddered.

Stomp… stomp…

Dennis began walking to the checkout, eyeing the counter. 

“Give me ALL your money, blyat.”

“Uhm…” She nervously nodded. “Sure…”

“ALL THE MONEY. BISTRA…” He clapped his hands thunderously. “QUICKLY.”

The receptionist worked as swiftly as her little hands could manage, taking out all the money.

Dennis stored it up in a little plastic bag, took all the vodka bottles he could and walked off with everything. Later, he’d raid a flower shop in the night and gather all the roses. He left the money on the counter and proceeded to get drunk on an absurd number of vodka bottles at a greenway.

Soon enough, morning would come. He left the flowers since he figured Grace could just teleport them and walked, holding the remainder of his bottles. 

Somehow, he made it to his college… the same one he had chosen to drop out from.

“Yooo is that Dennis the Menace?”

“Blud has three vodka bottles in each hand, hahaha.”

Dennis ignored the onlookers, stepping inside and leaping over the security. He proceeded to make his way to class. 

BANG.

He barged into the room, breaking down the door. The entire class looked in silence as he sat down on top of one of the tables. 

“Dennis? You’ve chosen to come back to class?”

“I miss you guys.” He laughed. “My brother Muhammed, George, Salim, all of you dolboyobs…”

“... Dennis, you can’t walk into class drunk with six vodka bottles in hand.” The teacher sighed, shaking his head. “Unfortunately, I must dismiss you.”

“Dismiss ME?” Dennis chuckled, spitting on the ground. “Who are you to dismiss me, blyat?”

“Your teacher…”

“Ahahahaha. You? Yeah, hahahaha…” Dennis laughed, putting down his bottles except one as he stood up from the table and faced the teacher. “You know what IS a good teacher?”

“...”

“PAIN.”

BANG.

He smashed the bottle against the teacher’s head, shattering it into the side of his face. He collapsed to the ground and began leaking a pool of blood. The young women screamed while the men felt terrified of the absolute menace in front of them.

Dennis laughed madly, grabbing two more bottles. 

“The fun’s just getting started.”

This act of chaos would only escalate…

[Author's note]

Looks like the next destination will be Dark Souls... I might need to do some research ngl

Also, I didn't forget the new status screen. Saving it for later. Also, there'll be a more elaborate lemon in later chapters, akin to Chapter 1. Just didn't feel like writing it here... and it didn't really fit to me.

I've been a bit busy with work lately and didn't really have the energy to write but next week will be a lot more active since I'll have an extra day off.