The Invincible constitution : Rise of the Supreme One

Chapter 1: Dark Lord

In a boundless universe where beings traversed the stars as effortlessly as breathing, their mere punches capable of tearing apart galaxies and bending the fabric of reality itself, one figure reigned supreme above all.

He was beyond strength, unmatched and unchallenged. No force in the universe could stand as his equal. With the dark attribute at his command—an all-consuming power capable of erasing existence itself—he became known, feared, and revered as the Dark Lord!

He dwelled in isolation, deep within a secluded cave, far from the reach of the living. Yet, whenever he emerged, his very presence sent tremors through the fabric of existence. His dark aura alone suffocated even the mightiest cultivators, drowning the universe in an oppressive shadow.

And who were these so-called "mightiest cultivators"? The Nine Gods! The rulers of the universe, their cultivation having reached heights beyond mortal comprehension. They stood at the pinnacle of existence, their strength unparalleled... or so they believed.

How could they, the self-proclaimed sovereigns of the universe, allow such an entity as the Dark Lord to exist—a being who could beat them into submission with nothing more than a flick of his wrist?

The gods couldn't tolerate it. An existence as powerful as his could not be left unchecked. And so, after years of careful plotting, they made their move.

One fateful day, the Nine Gods descended upon the Dark Lord's cave, their presence shaking the very stars. Thunder cracked across the skies, and the universe held its breath as they stood before the mouth of the cave, the air thick with tension.

A god, brimming with false bravado, took the lead, his voice echoing through the void. "Dark Lord!" he shouted, his tone filled with defiance, though it trembled ever so slightly. "Today, we, the gods of this universe, have come to destroy all darkness and rid the cosmos of your cursed existence!"

Silence followed. An oppressive, suffocating silence...

No response.

After receiving no response, the Nine Gods grew enraged. They knew, without a doubt, that the Dark Lord was mocking them with his silence—looking down on them like insignificant ants.

Never before in this universe had anyone dared to show such blatant disrespect to them. Even among themselves, they acknowledged each other's power and authority—they were the peak powerhouses of this universe, the rulers of all existence.

But not the Dark Lord. He saw them as nothing.

Still, the gods had learned their lesson. They would not repeat the mistakes of the past—when the Soul God had foolishly faced the Dark Lord alone and was beaten like a dog, humiliated beyond measure. That memory still lingered in their minds, a bitter reminder of what could happen if they underestimated him.

Yet, today was different. They were together, united. There was no room for fear. Even though their hearts clenched with a faint echo of dread, the presence of their collective power bolstered their confidence. How could they be afraid when all nine of them stood side by side?

After shouting into the void and receiving nothing but silence in return, their frustration turned into cold resolve. 

"If the Dark Lord won't come out..." the War God snarled, eyes blazing with rage.

"...then we'll drag him out!" finished the Thunder God, his voice echoing like a rolling storm.

Their power surged as one. The sky trembled, stars flickered, and space itself seemed to quiver under the weight of their wrath.

"The Punch of Valhalla!" roared the War God, his colossal fist glowing with divine fury, ready to crush mountains.

"Dragon Fire!" cried the Flame Goddess, her breath a scorching inferno hotter than any sun, surging forward like a tide of destruction.