Title: I Was Isekai'd With My Wife and Now She's the Final Boss of the Fandom Author: H. Behevras Genre: Comedy, Isekai, Music, Married Protagonist, Parody Tags: #FinalBossWife #MetalheadMC #BoybandHell #TrashIsekaiButActuallyGenius
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Chapter 16: Haunted Harmony
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Adventure life wasn't what Raiko dreamed it would be.
No legendary loot. No dramatic battles. No theme music.
Instead, he was known as "that weird guy who asks if the herb quests are metal enough." Day after day, he accepted the lowest-ranked jobs, walking back and forth through thorny woods gathering medicinal weeds. The guild's receptionist once left a garlic charm in his herb pouch, just in case.
Worse, he kept trying to use regular weapons. A battered axe. A dented shield. He even sharpened a giant soup ladle once, just to feel creative. One time he tried using dual flutes as nunchucks. That ended in a nosebleed and a public apology.
Then, one rainy evening, a pack of wild goblins ambushed him on a solo quest.
Backed against a tree, bleeding, and angry, Raiko pulled his guitar from its case, gripping it like a battle axe.
"Alright, you little gremlins… let's make some noise."
He slammed it onto the ground.
The impact echoed like thunder. A ripple of shockwave burst from the strings—enough to throw the goblins back a few feet. One hit a tree. Two ran screaming.
Raiko blinked. "That... actually worked?"
(He finally learned how to trigger the shockwave after so many failed attempts—turns out it only activates when he's truly desperate, angry, and slightly bleeding.)
The guitar's strings didn't snap. The neck didn't crack. It remained, as always, in its battered Earth-born state—chipped, covered in stickers, and completely indestructible.
From that day forward, he added "Guitar Smash" to his list of battle moves. It barely did any damage, but it looked cool and made a satisfying noise. He called it Riff Breaker.
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Back in the slum, things weren't better.
Noona and Raiko had lasted nearly a month.
They spent their days questing, their nights recovering from minor injuries and social trauma. Noona often sighed while applying balm to Raiko's bruises, muttering things like, "This is why you don't challenge a bear with a solo riff."
Their neighbors included a retired assassin who now taught interpretive sword dancing, a conspiracy theorist who worshiped potholes, and the ghost of a bard who played spoons at 3 a.m.
But that night was different.
They returned from another failed escort mission—Raiko had insulted the client's hat, causing him to cancel halfway.
Inside their tiny haunted home, the temperature dropped.
The lights flickered.
The air turned thick.
And from the cracked hallway wall… something stepped out.
A ghost.
It hovered—tall, regal, pale as bone, in ornate robes and skull-like makeup that looked straight out of a Ghost concert.
Raiko gasped, eyes sparkling. "No way. It's Papa Emeritus IV."
The ghost raised a spectral hand. "LEAVE THIS PLACE."
Noona stood frozen.
Then her knees wobbled.
"R-Raiko…"
She wasn't glaring. She wasn't roasting. She looked up with glistening eyes, a trembling lip, her voice soft and terrified.
"Please… I don't care how metal he looks… I wanna leave. Right now."
Raiko, despite every cell in his body screaming but he's so cool, nodded.
"Okay. We're leaving. Right now."
They bolted.
As they fled, the ghost gave Raiko a slow, solemn nod.
And then played one final ominous chord.
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They returned to Yu-Riella's home in silence.
The moment the door opened, Yu-Riella's son shouted, "FAIRY AUNTIE'S BACK!" and launched into her arms.
Raiko collapsed onto the couch like a defeated rock star.
Noona sat down, still pale.
"Ghosts," she muttered. "Why did it have to be ghosts?"
Yu-Riella, already making tea, nodded sympathetically.
Her husband, Disaster Mustache, tried to comfort them by offering a bizarre kung-fu demonstration using a mop. They declined.
Raiko glanced at the bulletin board near the entrance—and spotted something pinned there.
A bright, overly colorful poster with glitter ink and music notes.
"New Idol Group Audition – All Talents Welcome!"
He blinked. Then slowly grinned.
"…This is either salvation or our next disaster."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Author Notes:
This chapter is sponsored by that one ghost who thinks your Spotify playlist sucks. Yes, Raiko really believed the ghost was cool. Yes, Noona was one bad vibe away from moving into a convent. No, they're still not allowed to own property in peace.
If your haunted house doesn't come with bass reverb and existential dread, is it really home?
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© 2025 H. Behevras | First published on Royal Road
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