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 21: When Chaos Becomes Currency
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Backstage felt like a war zone after a successful invasion.
Raiko expected consequences.
A firing.
A punch.
Maybe public execution by glitter cannon.
Instead, Jinwoo approached slowly, each step deliberate, glasses catching the stage light so his eyes were hidden in a sharp, blinding glare.
When he spoke, it was with the calm precision of a man unveiling the final stage of his master plan.
"That wasn't singing," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
"That was a financial revolution."
The glint across his lenses sharpened, and he slowly pushed them up the bridge of his nose with one finger.
"Do you realize what you've done? You've turned a love song… into a lifestyle brand."
The laugh that followed was quiet, calculated, and absolutely terrifying.
The manager stirred from his faint, murder in his eyes. "You absolute—"
"Silence."
The CEO's voice cut through the chaos like a blade through silk.
Everyone froze.
He was a man who wore power like expensive cologne—sleek robes that cost more than kingdoms, a sapphire-tipped staff that hummed with authority, and glowing runes across his suit that probably violated several international magic treaties.
He tapped his enchanted mirror with one manicured finger.
The screen exploded with numbers.
Views climbing by the thousands.
Every.
Single.
Second.
"Raiko's solo clip: 2.3 million views in ten minutes.
Revenue spike: 847%.
Three rival companies just called offering hostile takeovers."
His smile could have powered the building.
"Congratulations, you just broke the idol industry."
The manager whimpered. "But the *formula*—"
"The formula," the CEO said sweetly, "just got rewritten by a man in sparkles who sounds like he gargles with thunder."
Jinwoo was already scribbling, his pen moving like a blade across paper.
"Merch ideas…" he murmured, the light catching his glasses so his eyes vanished behind a white, sinister gleam.
"'Chaos King' hoodies… goth bunny plushies… with fake blood… support items… limited editions…"
The CEO's pupils shrank, then lit up like Christmas morning.
"Make it strawberry jam."
"Legal compliance."
The glint in Jinwoo's glasses sharpened.
"Blood or jam…, the consumers will never know."
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The Fan Meet: Where Sanity Goes to Die
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The fan meet line looked like a pilgrimage to the altar of beautiful destruction.
Raiko's booth had a queue that wrapped around three buildings.
The other members sat behind their tables like abandoned puppies at an adoption fair.
"OPPA! You cured my existential crisis!" one fan screamed.
"Sign my emotional support crystal!" yelled another.
"I named my firstborn after your opening scream!"
Raiko blinked. "You... what now?"
That's when the bold fan made her move.
Arms spread wide for a hug, eyes sparkling with dangerous devotion.
She never made it.
Noona materialized like judgment given form.
No words.
Just presence.
She placed a plush bunny in the girl's hands—adorable black fur, stitched knife, artistic blood stains, and a tag reading "PROPERTY OF CHAOS."
The fan clutched it to her chest, tears of joy streaming. "It's... it's beautiful."
"Step back," Noona said quietly.
"It wasn't a request.
The girl stepped back.
The entire line stepped back.
Somewhere in the crowd, a fanboy whispered, "Who *is* she?"
"Final boss energy."
"She could step on me and I'd thank her."
"I want her to adopt me and then ground me forever."
And just like that, Noona went viral.
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Backstage: The Five Stages of Idol Grief
Hyun-bin sat in full existential crisis mode, staring at his reflection.
"Five years."
"FIVE YEARS of being a center."
"Now I'm... what am I? A backup dancer to chaos incarnate?"
Minjun had moved past tears into a full dramatic monologue.
"I perfected seventeen different smile variations."
"I can cry on command in four languages."
"And now the fans want... *growling?*"
Taeyang was having the opposite problem.
"Bro, should I learn to scream?"
"Can you teach me to channel inner darkness?"
"Do I need emotional trauma for authenticity?"
Eun held up his bloody bunny plushie.
"Does this make me edgy now?"
"Should I start wearing black?"
I don't look good in black."
Jinwoo's fingers danced across his enchanted abacus, beads clicking like the ticking of a doomsday clock.
The white glare on his glasses completely hid his eyes.
"If we pivot to genre fusion… merchandise crossover potential rises by precisely 342%…"
He paused, his voice dropping into a near-whisper, dripping with dangerous glee.
"We could monopolize the 'beautiful suffering' demographic… and then…"
The glint on his lenses flashed sharper.
"…we take the world."
Raiko stared at all of them.
"I sang *one song* differently."
"You didn't sing," Hyun-bin said dramatically.
"You *summoned.*"
"There's a difference."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Author Notes:
I swear I tried to write a normal idol arc. Then Raiko screamed into the fandom's soul, Noona threatened a fangirl with a cursed plushie, and someone invented goth bunny merch with jam blood.
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© 2025 H. Behevras | First published on Royal Road
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