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 22: The Birth of Beautiful Destruction
Three days later, the industry was in shambles.
Traditional idol groups canceled concerts, claiming "creative restructuring."
Music academies started offering "Emotional Authenticity" courses.
The Royal Board of Entertainment Ethics held emergency sessions about "vocal aggression standards."
In his penthouse office, the CEO watched the chaos unfold like a proud father watching his child burn down the school—destructive, but impressive.
The CEO leaned forward, genuinely puzzled.
"Raiko," he said, not turning from his wall of crystal screens.
"Do you understand what you've started?"
Raiko, still processing the fact that his breakfast cereal now had his face on it, shook his head.
"You've created a new *religion.*"
"Fans aren't just listening—they're converting."
"To what, I'm not sure."
"But they're buying everything we can produce."
"That sound you made... those harsh, powerful vocals mixed with melody."
"What do you call it?"
Raiko blinked.
Right.
This world had ballads, pop, classical, folk...
But no one had ever thought to combine beauty with controlled aggression.
"It's called metal.
"Where I come from, it's..."
He searched for words this world would understand.
"Imagine if a battle cry learned to sing."
"If pain decided to be beautiful instead of just hurting."
"It's music that doesn't apologize for being loud or angry or passionate."
The CEO's eyes widened.
"Music... for warriors?"
"But also for... feelings?"
"Metal is about taking everything you're not supposed to feel—rage, grief, rebellion—and turning it into something powerful."
"Something that makes you feel less alone with your darkness."
"Darkness..." the CEO whispered, like he was discovering fire.
"Music about darkness that makes people feel... light?"
"Exactly."
The CEO stood up, pacing now.
"This 'metal'... does it have different forms?"
"Variations?"
Raiko grinned. "Oh, you have no idea."
"There's death metal, black metal, power metal, symphonic metal..."
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The CEO's staff began glowing brighter with excitement.
"You haven't just changed our music industry."
You've brought us an entirely new form of human expression."
On the screens: Fan-made shrines featuring Raiko's picture surrounded by black candles and crying teenagers.
Noona fan art that looked like religious iconography.
Mashup videos of classical opera singers attempting Raiko's growl-to-falsetto transitions.
"The other labels are panicking," the CEO continued.
"They're trying to find their own 'chaos candidates.'
Three companies have offered me blank checks for your contract."
"And?"
"I told them you can't manufacture lightning."
"You can't train someone to sound like their soul is on fire."
The CEO finally turned, grinning.
"But you can build an empire around it."
He clapped once.
A holographic presentation materialized.
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**PROJECT: REQUIEM6**
*"When Pop Meets Its Beautiful End"*
"New band identity."
"You're no longer LUMINO5—that name died with your old sound."
"The others become your 'NAMELESS GHOULS—masked, mysterious, talented enough to keep up with you but dark enough to match the aesthetic."
Jinwoo's glasses flashed twice, like a villain revealing the final phase of his plan.
"Masked members create mystique."
"Fans will speculate endlessly about their identities."
His smile sharpened.
"We could sell 'Unmask the Ghouls' experiences… at a premium."
"Genre fusion concerts," the CEO continued.
"Classical venues, but with audiences who clash and collide in rhythm, like dancers possessed."
Orchestra backing tracks, but with your signature chaos vocals."
"We'll call it 'Elegant Destruction.'"
Raiko felt a strange mix of pride and terror.
"What if it doesn't work?"
"Then we'll fail spectacularly and become legends." The CEO's smile turned razor-sharp.
"But it will work."
"Because you didn't just sing differently—you gave people permission to feel their chaos beautifully."
Raiko shifted uncomfortably.
"Wait," he said, raising a hand.
"Before we start this whole 'Elegant Destruction' thing... do we actually HAVE musicians who can play metal?"
The CEO blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm the lead guitarist."
"But metal needs proper rhythm guitar, bass lines that don't sound like elevator music, drums that can handle blast beats, and optionally, keyboards that don't make everything sound like a royal wedding."
"Can't we just... hire regular musicians?"
"NO!" Raiko exploded.
"You can't just throw a lute player at a metal song and hope for the best!"
"Metal has TECHNIQUE!"
"Specific playing styles!"
"If our backup band sounds like chamber music with distortion, we'll be a laughingstock!"
The CEO looked thoughtful. "So... you need to teach them?"
"I need to teach them," Raiko confirmed grimly.
"The basics, at least."
"Enough so they don't embarrass us when we go full REQUIEM6."
Jinwoo's glasses glinted. "How long will that take?"
"A few weeks, if they're not completely hopeless."
"And then we can start the 'Unmask the Ghouls' premium experiences?"
"AFTER they can play metal without making it sound like angry folk music, yes."
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The First REQUIEM6 Performance:
Elegant Destruction
The venue was a gothic cathedral converted into a concert hall.
Stained glass windows threw rainbow light over an audience dressed like they were attending the world's most fashionable funeral.
Raiko took the stage in elegant black and silver, his presence commanding without the old sparkles.
Behind him, five figures in ornate masks—his Nameless Ghouls—moved like shadows with perfect choreography.
The opening notes of their signature song began.
This time, Raiko didn't hijack the performance.
He *orchestrated* it.
His voice soared from whisper to roar, from melody to controlled chaos.
The Nameless Ghouls responded like instruments in his symphony—
Hyun-bin's movements sharp and dramatic,
Minjun's harmonies hauntingly beautiful,
Taeyang's percussion backing thunderous,
Eun's high notes ethereal,
Jinwoo conducts the whole thing like a dark maestro.
When Raiko hit his signature growl-scream combo, the cathedral's windows actually vibrated.
The audience didn't just cheer.
They *ascended.*
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The Fan Meet Incident: When Reality Gets Personal
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After the concert, the fan meet felt different.
More intense. More... *devoted.*
That's when the hater showed up.
Greasy hair, ill-fitting clothes, and the kind of sneer that suggested he'd been planning this moment for weeks.
"Oh look," he announced loudly, "the edge-lord prince and his simp army."
"Bet you're only famous because your wife is hot and you pretend to be some dark elf wannabe."
"Cringe AF."
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The line went dead silent.
Raiko, with the patience of a saint and the smile of a man who'd been insulted by better people, replied calmly:
"You waited in line for two hours just to say that."
"That's dedication."
"I respect the commitment to your craft."
The hater's face went nuclear red, he swung.
*CRACK!*
Noona's heel connected with his jaw with surgical precision.
"Your swing's weaker than your personality," she said conversationally, not even looking winded.
"Also, there's a wet spot on your pants."
"Embarrassing."
The crowd erupted.
Not just cheering—*religious fervor.*
Within minutes:
-#StepOnMeNoona was trending in six Kingdoms
-"Teach Me That Kick" tutorial requests flooded the internet
- Three self-defense schools reported record enrollment
- The hater's dental work became a charitable cause
Jinwoo's glasses caught the light, a single, ominous glint flashing across the lenses.
"I see… potential."
With slow, deliberate strokes, he scribbled on a napkin.
> "The shirt will say… Step on Me, Noona."
Even the CEO hesitated. "You're serious?"
Jinwoo pushed his glasses up with one finger, the glint returning.
> "It will sell out in five minutes."
He was right.
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The Meeting That Changed Everything
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That night, in the CEO's crystal tower office, Raiko sat across from the man who'd just helped him accidentally destroy and rebuild an entire industry.
"What happens now?" Raiko asked.
The CEO leaned back, fingers steepled.
"Now? Now we wait."
"Wait?"
"Other kingdoms want REQUIEM6, but the International Music Safety Council has classified metal as a 'Potentially Hazardous Audio Phenomenon.'"
"They need 3-6 years of comprehensive study before approving cross-border performances."
Raiko blinked. "Hazardous?"
"Something about 'psychological contamination risks' and 'uncontrolled behavioral modifications in male populations,'" the CEO said with a slight smile.
"Apparently, your vocal style has been flagged as 'dangerously infectious to social stability.'"
"That sounds..."
"Completely ridiculous?"
"Yes, but also completely profitable while we wait." The CEO gestured to his crystal screens showing endless analytics.
"We have three to six years to perfect the chaos domestically before we're legally allowed to export it."
"And Noona?"
"Your wife," the CEO's smile widened, "has accidentally become the most powerful woman in entertainment without even trying."
"One raised eyebrow from her could end careers."
"The fans want her approval more than yours now."
Through the crystal windows, they could see the city lights twinkling.
Somewhere out there, fans were making art, writing stories, having life-changing realizations about the beauty of controlled chaos.
"So we're stuck here for years?" Raiko said.
"We're not stuck," the CEO corrected.
"We're *incubating.*"
"By the time we're cleared for international performances, we'll have perfected a musical weapon of mass cultural disruption."
"That's either terrifying or exciting." Raiko said.
"With you two? It's definitely both." The CEO smiled.
"And you know what the strangest part is?" the CEO mused.
"What?" Raiko said.
"You're not just an idol anymore."
"You're a *movement.*"
"People aren't just listening to your music—they're learning to embrace their own beautiful chaos."
Raiko looked out at the glittering city and smiled.
"Metal was never supposed to be pretty."
"No," the CEO agreed.
"But you made it *elegant.*"
And somewhere in the distance, a dragon roared in harmony with a fan practicing Raiko's signature scream.
The chaos was just beginning.
But now it has style.
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**TO BE CONTINUED**
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*Author Notes:*
*This is where I stopped trying to write a normal idol story and just embraced the beautiful insanity. Raiko accidentally created a religious movement, Noona became a combat icon, and the CEO started collecting chaos like fine wine.*
*Also, yes, someone actually named their kid after an opening scream. The birth certificate is legally binding.*
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© 2025 H. Behevras | First published on Royal Road
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