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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Side Story Chapter 1 : I Was a Metalhead in Another World So I Wrote a Novel About a Metalhead in Another World
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> The desk groaned beneath Raiko's elbows as he stared at the parchment.
> One candle flickered. His quill dripped ink like blood. The silence was loud.
"They don't get it," he muttered. "They think I'm just some angry idol with eyeliner and unresolved issues…"
> He paused. Looked at his reflection in the window.
"...Okay, fair. But still."
> The world had heard metal now.
The movement had started.
But the message—the depth, the spirit, the shirtless sword technique—was being lost.
So he did the only thing any emotionally constipated ex-boyband hero could do.
> He wrote a novel.
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> Title: My Metalhead Self Getting Isekai'd and It's Totally Easy for Me to Form a Harem Because I'm Extremely Attractive and Strong
(by Chrome Blackslayer, definitely not Raiko)
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✨ Excerpt from Raiko's Novel (Chapter 1: "Death by Drop-D")
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> The metalhead known as Chrome Blackslayer was killed on Earth by a truck made of pure shame.
> His final words were, "TURN IT UP."
> He awoke in another world—shirtless, jacked, and already surrounded by women who sensed his backstory was tragic.
> "Who is this mysterious man with a six-pack and guitar scars?" whispered the Demon Empress of Regret.
> "He's so loud… I'm in love," sobbed the Vampire Sorceress of Midtempo Lust.
> "He's so handsome and manly," said the Elven Princess named Noondra that's also had the nickname "Ice Princess" with silver bob hair and big 'assets'
> Chrome Blackslayer smirked, flexing a power chord.
> "I'm just a humble metalhead," he lied. "But also, I can destroy gods."
> He screamed so loud the nearby kingdom had an emotional breakdown.
> The Holy Church tried to ban him.
> They failed.
> The bishop converted and now runs his fanclub.
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ADDITIONAL EXCERPT FROM RAIKO'S NOVEL:
"Chrome-kun," whispered Noondra,
the elven ice princess with silver bob hair and mysteriously generous assets, "I see the way the Dragon Maiden looks at you."
Chrome flexed his guitar-scarred biceps.
"Noondra, I would never—"
"Shush." She placed a delicate finger on his lips, then stomped his foot with divine precision.
"A man of your... caliber... deserves a harem worthy of his metal prowess."
"But what about you?" Chrome asked, his voice husky with emotion and confusion.
Noondra smiled mysteriously.
"I'll organize the schedule."
"Mondays and Wednesdays are mine for stomping practice."
"The Cat Girl Sorceress can have Tuesdays for purring lessons."
"The Vampire gets Friday nights for dramatic blood-drinking scenes."
"And weekends?"
"Group stomping sessions, obviously."
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Back in reality, Noona read over his shoulder with the expression of someone watching a house fire.
"Raiko."
"Yes, my beloved muse?"
"In this fantasy of yours... I'm SHARING you?"
Raiko's quill froze mid-word.
"Well... Noondra is very progressive and—"
"I once threatened a FAN for breathing too loudly near you."
"That's... that's different. This is art!"
"Art." Noona's voice was dangerously calm.
"You wrote a version of me who SCHEDULES your harem activities."
"Creative liberty?"
The sound that followed was not quite a laugh, not quite a scream, but something that made the candle flame flicker in terror.
"Raiko."
"Y-yes?"
"If you think for ONE SECOND that any version of me, in any universe, would willingly share you with a Cat Girl Sorceress and a 'Dragon Maiden with convenient emotional damage,' you have clearly suffered more head trauma from those stage dives than I thought."
Raiko clutched his quill like a lifeline. "But the fans want harem dynamics! It's popular!"
"The fans can want whatever they like. I want your kneecaps intact. These two desires are mutually exclusive as long as you keep writing fantasy-me as a TEAM PLAYER."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to that deadly whisper that made dragons reconsider their life choices.
"The next time I find myself written as someone who 'organizes harem schedules,' I'm going to demonstrate the difference between fantasy stomping and REALITY stomping."
Raiko looked down at his parchment, then at his wife, then back at his parchment.
Slowly, he dipped his quill and began crossing out entire paragraphs.
"You know what? Chrome Blackslayer is actually... monogamous. Very monogamous. Aggressively monogamous."
"Much better," Noona said sweetly, patting his head.
"Now write Noondra properly possessive or I'm burning this entire manuscript."
"Even the part where I defeat the Demon Lord with a guitar solo?"
"ESPECIALLY that part."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Author's Note (By Chrome Blackslayer, definitely not Raiko):
So yeah.
I wrote a book inside a book because no one respects the stomp, the growl, or the power of a shirtless emotional outburst anymore.
Do I regret writing a self-insert power fantasy where I scream people into emotional awakening and acquire fans and/or wives along the way?
No.
Do I regret naming the Vampire Sorceress "Midtempo Lust"?
Also no.
This novel is deep. It's about freedom. Catharsis. Muscle.
If you think it's cringe, that's because you're emotionally repressed and probably need a good stomp to the soul.
Anyway, updates every time the boyband lets me use ink again.
If Noona reads this, I apologize in advance.
(But not really.)
— Chrome Blackslayer, Metal Prophet, Writer of Worlds, Victim of Glitter Censorship
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© 2025 H. Behevras | First published on Royal Road
Do not repost without permission.
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