Barbarian's Path To Multiversal Domination Chapter 2: Big Brother Dennis

With Robert Baratheon slain and Rhaegar taking charge of the royal troops, the rebel forces were routed. The unsung hero would be the strange madman who had bravely fought against Robert Baratheon with the most basic equipment and killed five men on his way to the grave—Rhaegar Targaryen’s saviour.

The levy from the stormlands who fought on both sides… was nothing short of an anomaly.

Rhaegar would win the battles to come, putting down the rebels and negotiating their surrender. He cleared the smoke with Eddard Stark before returning to King's Landing as a hero. The gates opened to him… and the swords were drawn. Not against the Crown Prince, but the Mad King.

He was forced to abdicate, and Rhaegar became King in his place.

Everything went right… because of one man.

Rhaegar would later dedicate songs to him, namely ‘Demon Dressed In Peasant’s Armour’ and ‘Demon of the Trident'. Yes, Robert’s moniker would belong to Dennis in this timeline, a ‘nameless’ levy.

And so… his name would live on in the form of the title.

…

[Due to your berserking on the field of battle and natural state of mind, you've gained the skill {Madness Enhancement E+}. Because of this, your bloodlust is intensified and basic physical parameters have been enhanced.]

[Due to your fame and lasting legacy in the timeline you invaded, you’ve received the Epithet {Demon of the Trident}. With {Demon of the Trident} active, you gain regenerative abilities near any body of water alongside a noticeable increase to all basic physical parameters.]

…

I woke up with Grace all over me. Her arms and legs were wrapped around my body while her head rested on my chest. She always looked awfully innocent, like some angel, when she slept. She was only missing the white feather wings.

Last night was a blur to me… I do recall coming over and eating. Then I got drunk and… oh. Typical. Well, it looks like Grace definitely had a good time. Yeah, I see that little devious grin.

“My pookiebear…” She mumbled in her sleep.

I stroked her golden hair.

There was more… the battle. I fought in it. I died fighting the horned warrior and killed those five peasants. How in the world did I even get there? One minute, I was fucking Grace, the next…

I turned to her, and her emerald eyes opened slowly.

“What’s… with that silly face?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you want to fuck?” I asked bluntly.

“... You’re asking me that?” Grace blinked - before hysterically laughing. “Hahahaha…. hahaha… hahahahaha-”

I put my hand over her mouth.

“It’s a yes or no question, Grace. I don’t see how it’s funny.”

“Hum…” She took my hand off her mouth as her lips turned into a devious grin. “No, I don’t think I do, actually. I had my fill yesterday.”

“Surprising,” I remarked. “You’ve never said that before.”

“What can I say? You really hammered me in.” Grace chuckled. “If this bed’s frame weren’t made of steel… we would be one floor down. Not the best sight for our downstairs neighbour.”

“I don’t think they like the sounds either way.” I smiled slightly.

“Common place envy. They wish they could do it like us.” Grace chuckled.

I got up and went to the bathroom for a shower. I put it on the coldest option I could, and even then, it felt a little warm. Still… it was refreshing. I washed away the stench that was apparently strong enough to make people faint and then decided to take a dip in her massive jacuzzi. I always loved Grace’s home; everything was spacious and fancy.

Back home… I could not even fit in my own bathtub. Here? You could easily fit five of me.

Perks of being rich, I guess.

I closed my eyes and relaxed.

I tried imagining another battle. That horned guy again… I wanted to fight him. My imagination didn’t lead me anywhere, though. I only saw glimpses of him and our fight. I never had the most vivid dreams, except that last one.

“Sitting in the jacuzzi without me? That’s an act of cheating, you know.”

I heard the sound of water splashing and opened my eyes, watching Grace hesitate.

“Co… cold… does it have to be so cold?”

“I like it cold,” I replied simply. “It’s not like you only have one… sit in the other one.”

“Fine.” She crossed her arms. “I’ll bathe on my own without my dummy boyfriend.”

After a good ten minutes, I hopped out and got dressed. It was 9 am, and I had my first lesson at 12pm. One of the perks of going to a sixth-form is fewer early lessons. Less lessons in general, too. Then again, I didn’t really care about it and was only doing it because the government more or less forced everyone to study for two years in some form after secondary school.

After I was done with this bullshit coursework, I could box full-time.

“You’re not leaving already, are you?” Grace pouted slightly.

“I have a lesson at twelve.”

“Fuck your lesson.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you do anything there, anyway. If you wanted to learn about Business, you should learn from someone like me… not some teacher getting 30k a year.”

“Not everyone is born into a family of millionaires, princess.”

“Oh, princess? That’s so sweet.”

“I’ll see you at the weekend, probably.”

“Probably…”

…

As usual, my business teacher showed like five slides and told us to do the coursework before fucking off to watch Youtube. The entire classroom turned into a zoo, and I could barely focus on anything. It was mind-numbing because this was the one place I could do my work other than the library or Grace’s house.

I was trying to do it, but…

“Did you hear what Abdi did?”

“Nah, what’d he do?”

No one gives a shit.

“He rushed Ben and then sent him a snap of barebacking his girl the same night.”

“Whaaat, no way!”

“That’s fucking mental.”

“But broo Ben’s girl is leng, way out of his league.”

“It’s Abdi’s girl now, innit.”

“Still…”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BLAAYT!”

I slammed my table and got up, looking at my class of seventeen monkeys. My shout definitely got their attention.

“Fucking dolboyob, no one gives a single fuck about Abdi’s or Ben’s or Bob the Builder’s girlfriend. The next podonok to disturb MY FUCKING STUDYING is getting a FUCKING FIST in their FUCKING MOUTH.”

“...”

No one said anything back. The teacher finally got off his YouTube tab and glanced at me.

“Jesus Christ, Dennis, keep it down.”

I took a deep breath and sat back down. Back to work…

“That was a lot of fucks…” One guy whispered.

“What’s a dolboyob? Look that one up.”

“Ooooooh, it’s a Russian curse word. It means fool, idiot.”

“What about podonok?”

The idiot chuckled. “Butt-monkey.”

“Naaah, I personally wouldn’t have it.” He laughed.

“Hahahahahahahahahahaa, Dennis is mad funny bro. He got that perfect Russian accent, BLAAAYT!”

The world was testing me today… it really was.

I felt a lot angrier than usual. I wanted to punch the life out of every fucker in this room, slam their bodies against the table, grab a monitor and smash it into one of their heads… I was on the verge… and it wasn’t getting any better.

I decided to log off and just go home.

“Dennis, where are you going?” The teacher asked.

“I’m going gym.”

“The lesson isn’t over.” The teacher countered.

“You’re not teaching me shit, you fucking dolboyob.” I frowned at him. “I can do this work at any place with a computer and an internet connection.”

“Dennis, I’ll have to mark down your attendance.” He said in the most pretentious tone.

“FUCK YOUR ATTENDANCE.”

I shouted so loudly I spit on him at the same time.

“Your behaviour is shocking today.” He countered, wiping my spit off his face. “I don’t want you back in my class unless you fix-up this attitude.”

“I don’t want to be back in this fucking monkey zoo of a class anyway.”

I didn’t look back. Fuck that.

I went straight to my boxing club and got to work. Apparently, Johnny Davis was still recovering, so I had to go against weaker sparring partners. I was knocking them out left, right and centre. It was too easy. I felt a lot more… aggressive. I wanted to punch, punch and punch.

After I won all my spars, I kept practising.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

I could almost hear the cries of the punching bag as I kept hammering into it. I imagined myself fighting the horned warrior again and began punching with even more force…

Then, I did tons of exercises and weights for every muscle in my body, mindlessly going at it until my body was completely finished.

I bought some chicken shop’s megameal deal, ate it all up and went to sleep in my family’s home. It wasn’t anything fancy like Grace’s, but it was home. Everyone was out on vacation except me, so it was a little empty.

Wake up, train, fight, eat, sleep, repeat…

That is my life.

~

On the weekend, I visited Grace’s apartment. It was all dark, except for a faint flashing white light. I took my shoes off and put on the Crocs before moving into the living room. She was in casual clothing, her eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Oh, you kept your word.” She stated.

“But the unsullied are not men.” Some balding old man said, and the camera panned to some white-haired girl. “They do not rape. They do not put cities to the sword unless they are ordered to do so. If you buy them, the only men they’ll kill are the ones you want to kill.”

“What are you watching?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Do you disagree, Ser Barristan?” The girl on screen asked.

“When your brother Rhaegar led his army into battle at the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him. Because they loved him. Not because they had been bought at the slaver’s auction. I fought beside the Last Dragon on that day, Your Grace. I bled beside him.”

“Kill him and aid Prince Rhaegar!” I heard the peasant shout.

Prince Rhaegar… her brother.

“Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, and Rhaegar died…”

Was I in this show?

“So you’re just going to air me?” I glanced at Grace.

“Looks like you were watching too.” She smiled slightly. “It’s not often you watch anything that isn’t a Rocky movie.”

“What’s the name of the show?” I asked again.

“Game Of Thrones. It’s based around ‘A Song Of Ice And Fire’, a book series… and the characters on screen were talking about the shiny silver prince you saved.”

She… knows about it? My dream, or whatever it was?

“What did you see?”

“I saw everything.” She tilted her head slightly. “That dream… we shared it when you soooo very deeply went inside of me.”

“Was it you who sent me there?” I questioned. “You have that power?”

“Maaaaybe.” She glanced to the side, shrugging her shoulders as her lips curled into a devious smile. “I said I’d set you free, didn’t I?”

“I want to go again.”

“Oh, so eager…” She chuckled. “You’re not even going to question who I am? Such an ability is not ordinary among normal people, I assure you.”

“You are my woman and that’s all that I need to know. I don’t give a flying fuck about how you got that ability… if you have it, I want to use it.”

“...” She paused, looking at me. Her face was a little red. “Dennis… I’m your woman? Say it again, would you?”

I walked over and looked at her directly.

“You are my woman.”

“Am I now?” She suddenly sighed, shaking her head. “Alas, I’m afraid… I’m just not in the mood today.”

“...”

I pulled her down on the couch and restrained her arms with my hands. My blood was pumping like crazy, and my heart was pounding like an alarm clock. I didn’t even think for a moment.

“Dennis…” She muttered weakly. “I… don’t want this-”

“It doesn’t matter what you want…”

I spoke… and the voice that came out almost didn’t sound like it belonged to me. Instinctively, my hand grasped her neck.

“I want to be free. I want to fight, I want to kill and I want to… feel alive. That is what I was born to do… and I will fucking do it, whether you spread your legs to me…”

“... Or I have to spread them open myself.”

My grip tightened.

“Yes… da- daddy…”

I let go off her neck, turned her around, forced her trousers off and ripped through her panties.

“Those… were brand new.” She complained. “You big bully~”

“Don’t care.”

I slipped out my dick and rammed it inside of her.

“There are thousands of them… those fanatics…”

…

The next thing Dennis saw was the main hall of the castle Crakehall, in the Westerlands about 241 years before the Battle of the Trident. It was a tumultuous time for the House of the Dragon, which had fallen under the weak rule of King Aenys I, the first son of Aegon the Conqueror. The faith had risen up and called the ruling Targaryens ‘abominations’, forming the Faith Militant, which in turn led to the rebirth of the knightly Warrior’s Sons and thousands of Poor Fellows to go with them.

An open rebellion and no proper King to put the faith in line…

Even better, when King Aenys I heard that his daughter and son were besieged at Crakehall, he collapsed and died three days later.

“If only our father let me take Dreamfyre…” Princess Rhaena sighed. “We wouldn’t be stuck here with thousands of Poor Fellows trying to take our heads.”

“Father will arrive from the top of his dragon and settle this matter, I am certain.” Prince Aegon replied, smiling slightly. “I don’t think those peasants would be brave enough to fight him.”

Dennis, taking the body of one of the Crakehall household guards, took a moment to analyse the situation before leaving the hall. Rhaena raised an eyebrow as the gate closed.

“Wasn’t he stationed to guard the gate? What’s he doing?”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Probably going to swap shifts with another guard.” Aegon shrugged.

Dennis walked over to the battlements, observing the rioting Poor Fellows outside. There were thousands… a little over five thousand, to be exact. They were a horde of very lightly-armed footmen, wearing hardly any armour and wielding whatever they could find as a weapon; mostly cudgels and axes.

They were camped outside and seemingly had no intention of leaving.

“Show yourselves, you incestuous abominations!”

“You can’t hide in there forever.”

“The Faith will have your heads!”

“How does the fucking gate work?” Dennis asked, looking around. “Someone get that bitch open!”

“What is he talking about?”

“I don’t want to be mauled by those Poor Fellows, no way.”

The surrounding guards looked at him like he was mad. Opening the gates would mean being overrun by thousands of Poor Fellows. After being ignored, Dennis drew his sword and put it to the closest guard’s throat.

“Open. The. Fucking. Gate.”

“Traitor!”

He heard the blades of other guards being drawn. Three behind him, two in front. Clearly, this shit wasn’t going to work. He sliced through the guard's throat and tossed him to his right, stopping the three coming after him.

The two in front charged forward and tried to slash at Dennis. He sidestepped around the first and tossed him down the wall to the Poor Fellows. As for the other one, he blocked his sword, and Sparta kicked him off the other side.

Both died from their falls.

“What’s going on here?”

“Shoot him!” A lieutenant commanded. “Shoot that tall one; he’s a traitor!”

Dennis kept running to the tower in front of him, slashing his way through the guardsmen one after the other. Before long, he had already killed seven men. One tried to lunge at him with a spear but he grabbed the shaft and pulled him in, piercing his throat.

He grabbed the soldier’s spear and threw it at one of the guards behind him - delaying the rest.

“Hahaha, chase, chase, chase… come get a piece of me!”

Dennis laughed madly and kept running up the tower. He cut through the archer standing guard and dragged his corpse to the staircase where seven men had chased him down. He threw down the body as they were trying to get him - causing the ones at the top to fall down along with it. He then pounced at the opportunity, killing all of them.

“Hahahaha… hahahahaah… hahahaahaha!”

He was having too much fun, grabbing an extra couple of axes. He then charged out to more guards on the other side of the walls. One, two, three… he threw his axes one after the other, killing a soldier with each despite never having learned axe throwing. He was a killing machine fueled by absolutely mad instinct.

He didn’t think, not even for a moment… he just did.

This lack of thought made him a monster.

A monster that would slaughter a hundred Crakehall men before being surrounded by the rest of the garrison. Princess Aegon had been both terrified and amused by his martial prowess, ordering him to be restrained rather than killed. He had wildly swung twin great axes at the crowd, slaughtering five men… but he was soon stabbed in multiple places by knights - including one to the top of his hamstring. He fell to the ground in pain, clenching both of his hands.

More knights came upon him and slashed at his hands, disarming him. Men grabbed his arms and tied them to his back with a massive, tight rope that the weakened Dennis couldn’t break out of.

“You monster… I should kill you where you kneel!”

“Go ahead…” Dennis laughed. “If you have the balls, hahahaha…”

“This… mad man. My prince and Lord Bob (I decided to name him Bob since Lord Crakehall doesn’t have a name), this monster alone killed over a hundred of the garrison.”

Dennis breathed heavily, his body covered in wounds.

“It was like… playing Fruit Ninja… but with people.” He joked, chuckling. “Very… fun…”

“Is he even human?” Prince Aegon raised an eyebrow. “He looks like a demon of some kind…”

“He is a human.” Princess Rhaena took a closer look, grabbing his chin and raising it. “You’re… that guard. The one who left his station. Does anyone recognise him?”

Lord Bob had a look, frowning deeply.

“That is… Dick. I knew him ever since he was a boy. I… can’t believe it. Dick would never do such a thing.” Lord Bob was appalled. “A vengeful spirit of some kind must have possessed him… perhaps… this is a curse sent by the Seven…”

“Damn right, motherfucker…” Dennis laughed. “I am not fucking Dick or whatever his name was… I am Dennis! Dennis Mertvago! Remember it, write it down and pass that name to your children… remember…. remember… I am the man who fights… fights, and fights….”

“To… the end.”

His body gave in.

…

The next thing he saw was a dungeon cell. His arms were chained, his legs were chained… even his neck was chained. He was very tightly retrained to the wall to the point that any ordinary man would be rendered useless.

‘I’m… still alive?’ Dennis opened his eyes, looking around.

The floor was very clearly wet… and his wounds were no more. There were multiple buckets of water to the side. When he looked ahead, he saw a guard. The guard saw him and turned away. Dennis remained in silence for several minutes.

‘What the fuck do I do here?’ Dennis sighed. ‘I can’t go back unless I die… isn’t that the rule?’

Eventually, Princess Rhaena and Prince Aegon approached his dungeon cell with torches.

“He recovered so quickly?” Princess Rhaena’s lilac eyes widened.

“I told you, this monster is something else.” Aegon smiled slightly. “If you gave him enough water, he could recover any wound. Even in the puddle of blood he laid in… he was recovering. On the field of battle, he would be invincible.”

“What the fuck are you dolboyobs yapping about?”

“You, of course.” Aegon nodded. “Though my advisors disprove of you, I believe that you are well worth the trouble. What is your truest desire, Dennis of House Mertvago? Name it, and I shall have it granted.”

“... Fight. I want to fight.”

“Fight, you shall!” Aegon spread his arms wide. “There are thousands of Poor Fellows outside, and I need a champion to put them to the sword.”

“Hahahaha… so not all of you guys are retarded.” Dennis laughed. “Free me, open the gate, and I’ll kill them all. Simple.”

“Could he do it alone? Mighty or not, he would be one against thousands.” Princess Rhaena raised an eyebrow. “How can we even trust him?”

“You worry too much, Rhaena.” Aegon shook his head.

“Listen… if you’re not going to let me fight, just kill me, innit.” Dennis rolled his eyes. “Fuck’s sake. It’s not that hard to understand, you dumb bitch.”

“What did you call me?” Rhaena frowned.

“A dumb bitch.”

“I should have his tongue-”

“Relax.” Aegon chuckled. “Why don’t you let me handle this matter, hm?”

“You’re playing with fire.”

“I am a dragon,” Aegon spoke with confidence. “There is nothing for me to fear.”

He took out the key and opened his cell. He then began unlocking all of his chains. Dennis broke free soon after, twisting his neck.

“God, that shit is tight.” Dennis cracked his neck on both sides, doing the same for his arms and legs.

“What is he doing?”

“Some form of exercise, I suppose…”

“Alright.” Dennis turned to Aegon. “Since you let me free and they have bigger numbers, I’ll fight on your side. What are you guys called?”

“The House of the Dragon… House Targaryen.” Aegon smiled slightly. “And you, my friend, shall be my sworn sword and shield.”

“House Targaryen, huh. Are you all the guys with silver hair?”

“Indeed, those are our common features.” Aegon turned to Princess Rhaena. “This is my sister and wife, Princess Rhaena. Of course, I am Prince Aegon, the heir to the throne.”

“So you guys are important?”

“Indeed… quite so.” Aegon chuckled. “Second to our father, you could say.”

“And… you’re really fucking your sister?” Dennis blinked.

“What’s wrong with that?” Princess Rhaena raised an eyebrow.

‘Am I the weirdo now for not fucking my sister?’

“Really?”

“Yes.” Aegon chuckled. “It is common practice among Targaryens. In fact, my grandfather, King Aegon the Conqueror, had married both of his sisters.”

“Cool.” Dennis didn’t sound very interested. “So, can I pick any weapons and armour I want?”

“Certainly, the entire armoury is open to you.”

“Alright.” Dennis walked past him and looked at Rhaena, who was staring at him. “What, you want my dick in your mouth or something?”

“You’re unbelievably vulgar… if Aegon did not vouch for you, your head would be on a spike a long time ago-.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Dennis whispered into her ear. “I could choke you out with one hand.”

“...”

“Don’t worry, little dragons.”

Dennis grinned, walking past them.

“Big Brother Dennis will give the Poor Fellows a new God to believe in.”