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 28: Rise of the Ghouls. Part 1
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The success of Raiko's chaotic debut had sent tremors through the idol world.
The viral performance, the backstage panic, and Noona's stomp and infamous plush-bunny-with-blood stunt had sparked something no one expected—metal was rising.
The fans wanted more, and suddenly Raiko was the name on every enchanted mirror feed.
The rest of the group, however, had become little more than his backup dancers.
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"We're not even ghouls," Hyun-bin snapped during rehearsal.
"We're shadows!"
Minjun nodded solemnly, though his soft aura still radiated like a magical boy.
"My harmonies deserve better than secondhand screeches."
Even Eun, the youngest, nervously shuffled his croc-covered feet.
"I… I growled a lot at home. My cat ran away."
Jinwoo stayed calm, flipping through sales charts.
"Merch numbers are up."
"Engagement is high."
"We adapt or disappear."
And so they adapted.
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The Professional Crisis
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The REQUIEM6 training facility had seen better days.
What was once a pristine practice studio with mirrored walls and perfect acoustics now looked like a battlefield between classical music and pure chaos.
Scorch marks decorated the walls where Raiko's voice lessons had gotten particularly intense.
The mirrors were cracked in artistic spiderweb patterns.
The sound-proofing had given up entirely after the third day of metal vocal training.
"The neighboring practice rooms have filed formal noise complaints," their facility manager announced grimly, holding a stack of official documents.
"Twice."
"What did they say?" Raiko asked, adjusting his throat after a particularly aggressive growling session.
"DREAM ANGELS idol group has requested a building transfer."
"SUGAR RUSH boyband is considering early retirement."
"And the traditional opera students..."
The manager shuddered.
"They're receiving trauma counseling."
Behind their masks, the Nameless Ghouls exchanged glances.
They'd been anonymous for weeks now—sleek black masks with silver highlights, moving in perfect synchronization behind Raiko like elegant shadows.
But shadows, they were learning, got very tired of being in the darkness.
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Training Montage: The Vocal Apocalypse
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Training resumed, but now with a twist—metal vocal classes.
From guttural growls to M. Shadows–inspired power melodies, each member honed a unique style.
They didn't abandon their idol roots.
They fused glam with grit, melody with madness.
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The Vocal Coach Casualties
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"Alright, Hyun-bin," said Ms. Crystal Songweaver, their traditionally trained vocal coach, clutching her sheet music like a shield.
"Let's try a simple warm-up scale, but with... with that *growling* technique Raiko demonstrated."
Hyun-bin, still masked, cleared his throat.
"Do, re, mi—GRAWWWWWRRRR!"
Ms. Songweaver's fairy familiar fainted mid-flight and crashed into the piano.
"Perhaps... perhaps we should try a different approach," she whispered, backing toward the door.
That was the third vocal coach that week.
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The Sound Engineer's Nightmare
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In the recording booth, Chief Engineer Melodius Soundbender was having what could generously be called a breakdown.
"Sir," his assistant whispered, "the crystals are... they're screaming back."
Indeed, the magical recording crystals—designed to capture pure, beautiful vocals—were emitting their own sounds of distress every time someone attempted a death growl.
"This is not natural," Soundbender muttered, watching Minjun practice his new "melancholy with vocal distortion" technique.
"Beautiful voices shouldn't be able to make furniture cry."
Behind him, a filing cabinet was indeed weeping softly.
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The Breakthrough Moments
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**Hyun-bin's Evolution:**
Took on a high-energy scream-vocal style—like a glam rock frontman possessed by a banshee.
"I can't just be the visual anymore," he announced during a late-night practice session, pulling off his mask to stare at his reflection in the cracked mirrors.
"If I'm going to scream, I'm going to be the most beautiful screamer in the kingdom."
His first successful piercing yell shattered three mirrors and made a janitor's mop bucket start applauding.
"Primal elegance," he declared, striking a dramatic pose. "That's my brand now."
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**Minjun's Transformation:**
Maintained his honey voice but layered in melancholy and vocal distortion.
"I don't want to lose who I am," he confided to Eun during a break, both of them still masked and exhausted.
"But maybe... maybe who I am can be sadder?"
"More haunting?"
His first attempt at a haunting falsetto made the studio's resident ghost start crying tears of beauty and terror.
"It's like my voice learned to visit graveyards," Minjun said wonderingly.
"But in a good way?"
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**Taeyang's Chaos Discovery:**
Chaos incarnate.
He blended rap screams, demon grunts, and random laughter into his parts.
"Why do we have to make SENSE?" he demanded, pulling off his mask to reveal face paint he'd apparently applied in secret.
"Music is supposed to be WILD!"
Sometimes he rhymed mid-growl. Nobody knew how it worked—but it did.
His breakthrough came when he accidentally started beatboxing during a scream session and created what the remaining sound engineer called "aggressive percussion vocals."
"I'm not training anymore," Taeyang announced.
"I'm just... becoming."
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**Eun's Gentle Destruction:**
The soft-spoken growler.
His voice was deceptively gentle in interviews but morphed into a throat-shredding snarl on stage.
"I don't like being loud," he whispered to his reflection, mask in his hands.
"But maybe... maybe being loud doesn't have to be mean?"
His first successful growl was so unexpectedly powerful that it activated three fire safety spells simultaneously.
But his speaking voice remained soft as silk.
"Cute offstage, cursed onstage," became his unofficial motto.
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**Jinwoo's Strategic Seduction:**
Smooth, deep, and menacing.
Every line was like a villain's monologue disguised as a love lyric.
"I'm not going to growl," he announced during a group meeting.
"Growling is obvious."
"I'm going to make people uncomfortable with elegance."
He refused to scream—he seduced with threats disguised as poetry.
His vocal evolution was so subtle that it took three weeks for anyone to realize he was being deeply unsettling in the most attractive way possible.
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The Persona Revelation
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Together, their sound became layered, unpredictable, and addictive.
It was REQUIEM6 reborn.
But more importantly, they were becoming individuals again.
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**TO BE CONTINUED**
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**Author Notes:**
Alright, Readers! Welcome to the chapter I've been desperately trying to name anything other than "Training Montage: The Chapter." We all saw it coming, but the real question was: how many vocal coaches could I take out in the process?
The mental image of Minjun making a ghost cry tears of beauty and terror is maybe my favorite thing I've written all month. Also, Eun's cat absolutely ran away. It packed a little suitcase and took the first spectral coach out of town. We don't talk about it.
The real challenge here was giving each Ghoul a distinct vocal flavor that wasn't just "and then he screamed, but, like, differently." Hyun-bin's "Primal Elegance" is 100% inspired by every visual kei frontman who ever made screaming look gorgeous. Jinwoo's approach is my personal favorite—the man is a psychological weapon in a leather jacket. He doesn't need to growl; he'll just politely monetize your life.
Also, the sentient, weeping filing cabinet stays. It's the real MVP of this chapter.
The response to Raiko and Noona's chaos has been incredible, but it was time to let the band step out of the shadows (their words, not mine). They're a group, dammit! A group of chaotic, metal-leaning, potentially-cursed idols, but a group nonetheless!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go explain to my neighbors that the guttural noises they hear are "just research."
– H. Behevras
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