Hysterical Strength Novels & Stories

Because of the ridiculous nature of what was being said, I found that I was unable to control my laughter and keep it in check. Her screams rose to a crescendo as she approached her limit, and she yelled, "Fuck me!" at the top of her lungs. It seemed as though every muscle in her body tightened at the same time, and she shook uncontrollably as waves of pure joy washed over her body. She appeared to be in a state of tonic hypotonia. She threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as her body grew limp beneath him. She then threw her arms behind her. Her eyelids were drawn together tightly.

“H-How is this possible?” “How can your body be so strong?” “No, this isn’t real!” “I can’t accept this—”

The girl quickly shook her head. "I'm not making light of you, sir, but the hag is really too powerful. I must insist that you stay away." Frank suddenly launched a punch that sent a wall crumbling, the bricks fading into nothingness before it reached ground. "Do you still think so now?" He smiled at the girl. She was too stunned to speak, as he looked so much weaker than the other challengers. So how was he so strong? Still, she had studied the sciences and knew Frank had a way to disintegrate objects at an atomic level, making him countless times stronger than the rest!

he insisted, trying to convince me with all he's got. I scoffed. "This is ridiculous. Do you look down on me so much that you suspect even my strength? You don't think I'm capable of kicking you off even without using my abilities? You think you've made me completely useless?" I wasn't going to let him continue looking down on me like that. Though I don't know why my strength doubled at that time, I think my hatred for him could be the only reason for me having so much strength to kick him off. Now he's whining about it and blaming it on my already dead wolf.

Her knees kicked frantically as her nails tore at his arms. However, he was too powerful. The other men jeered at her as she was being held forcefully. “Slit her open!” “Kill the little wench!” Their voices echoed in her ears as she tried to struggle free. And it happened. Suddenly, something snapped inside her. Possessing her completely. A raw energy ignited in her chest. Raw, powerful energy rippled through her body like lightning. She screamed and shoved the man holding her without hesitation or thought. Unnaturally strong, her push was more powerful than it should have been.

“Last night I ran a full metabolic simulation to see that the compound boosts their strength even more for a short burst of maybe five to ten minutes, before it overloads the heart and they die by cardiac arrest." I straightened, processing. "So they take it thinking it'll give them a final surge to escape?" "Exactly!" Viktor pointed to a graph on another screen, lines spiking wildly. "But look, no one we've caught has ever shown that last-minute strength because they die before they can even plot their escape.”

I even started running faster than before. My stamina and strength had both increased, and the discovery filled me with excitement. When I returned home that evening, Chris told me to come outside for another fight. Instantly, I became extremely nervous. He looked at me and chuckled. “If you face an enemy looking like that, they won’t show you any mercy. In fact, you’ll only give them a reason to kill you quickly. People with strength respect people with strength, and powerful people make way for powerful people. No one tolerates the weak.”

“I noticed it during the run here. Her physical conditioning is exceptional. Surpasses some veterans.” I seize the lifeline without a heartbeat of hesitation. “That’s right. Enhanced physique. Peak human conditioning.” I stride to a rickety wooden chair left near the wall. All the fury, the helplessness, the sheer unfairness of it all—I channel it into my fist and drive it down. The chair doesn’t just break. It explodes. Wood splinters into a dozen pieces, clattering across the floor. The memory of shattering my family’s glass table flashes in my mind. Yeah. My strength is… not normal.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he cursed to himself and said, "Damn it! He's not a supreme saint!" Even a supreme saint who had specialized in physical training was, at most, as strong as a mediocre-quality spiritual treasure. However, Severin's physical strength had already surpassed that. Zia could sense a fluctuation of power that surpassed tens of thousands of kilograms! It was shocking, to say the least! His strength had gone beyond what ordinary supreme saints could be expected to possess.

I’d chug a bottle of water, chew through my stale ration bar (still tasted like dirt), and go into three hours of strength and flexibility training. Here, it measured everything. Muscle strength. Control. Balance. Max capacity. “Observation,” the system had said one afternoon. “You possess strength four times that of a standard human.” I froze. “What does that mean?” “No alert necessary. Adjustment complete.” And that was it. No sirens. No warnings. No suspicion. It just recalibrated the weight resistance of every device in the room, like it knew better than to ask questions. After three hours of tearing down every last thread of energy in my body, I’d rest for two.