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 30: The Rise of the Stomp Cult. Part 1
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The Concert That Started Everything
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The Crystal Arena was packed to capacity—fifteen thousand screaming fans wearing an alarming variety of homemade "STEP ON ME, NOONA" shirts.
REQUIEM6's third tour stop had sold out in seventeen minutes, and the energy backstage felt like standing inside a thunder cloud.
"This is getting out of hand," Raiko muttered, adjusting his eyeliner for the fourth time.
His stage outfit—black leather with silver studs—suddenly felt like armor he'd need for survival.
Through the curtains, they could hear the crowd chanting something that definitely wasn't their song lyrics.
"STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!"
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Hyun-bin, now fully committed to his "Arrogant Siren" persona, flicked his silver hair dramatically.
"At least they're energetic?"
"They're not here for us," Minjun whispered, clutching his tragic angel robes.
"They're here for *her.*"
In the VIP section, barely visible in the shadows, Noona sat with arms crossed, wearing a simple black dress and heels that had gained their own fan accounts on social media.
She looked like she'd rather be anywhere else.
Which, of course, made the crowd worship her more.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted chaos agents," the announcer's voice boomed.
"Please welcome... REQUIEM6!"
The lights exploded.
The music started.
And immediately, something went wrong.
Instead of screaming for the opening number, the crowd started a coordinated chant:
"RAIKO! RAIKO! YOUR HAIR LOOKS STUPID TODAY!"
Raiko nearly tripped over his own feet. "What the—"
"YOUR EYELINER IS CROOKED!" yelled someone from the front row.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN THE HOTTEST ONE IN THE GROUP!"
Screamed another fan, pointing aggressively at the stage.
The music stuttered.
The other members looked around in confusion.
This wasn't normal fan behavior.
Then, from the VIP section, a single, deliberate sound echoed through the arena:
*STOMP.*
Noona's heel hit the metal scaffold with the precision of a judge's gavel.
The crowd erupted like a volcano of pure joy.
"SHE DID IT! SHE ACTUALLY DID IT!"
"QUEEN OF JUDGMENT!"
"STOMP ON MY DREAMS NEXT!"
Raiko stared up at his wife, who looked like she was questioning every life choice that led to this moment.
The music resumed, but now it was different.
Every time a fan yelled an insult at Raiko, the crowd would hold their breath, waiting.
And sometimes—*sometimes*—another perfectly timed stomp would echo from above.
By the end of the concert, Raiko had been called "vocally overrated," "aesthetically mid," and "probably bad at cooking."
Each insult was met with thunderous applause and the desperate hope for divine retribution via designer footwear.
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The Aftermath: Victory and Confusion
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Backstage, the management was in chaos.
"This isn't normal fan behavior!" the assistant manager wailed, frantically scribbling notes.
"They're *insulting* our lead singer!"
"On purpose!"
Jinwoo, meanwhile, pushed up his glasses, the lenses glinting ominously as he sneered over his enchanted abacus.
"Merch sales during the concert: up 340%."
"Social media engagement: through the roof."
"Ticket demand for next show: sold out in mere six minutes."
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The CEO, watching fan-recorded videos on his crystal screen, slowly smiled.
"They're not insulting him."
"They're... participating in performance art."
"It's a cult," Raiko said flatly.
"They've formed a literal cult around my wife stepping on people."
"Metaphorically stepping," the CEO corrected.
"Mostly."
"There's a fan forum called 'Disciples of the Divine Sole,'" Jinwoo reported, scrolling through his enchanted mirror.
"They're sharing tips on how to insult you creatively enough to earn a stomp."
Raiko buried his face in his hands.
"I've become a professional insult target."
"A *profitable* insult target," the CEO said cheerfully.
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**TO BE CONTINUED**
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*Author Notes:*
What have I done? What have we become?
I started this story as a silly little "what if" and now I'm world-building the logistics of a stomp-based religion. The "Disciples of the Divine Sole" forum wrote itself. I am merely a vessel for the chaos.
The image of fifteen thousand people screaming "YOUR HAIR LOOKS STUPID TODAY" in perfect unison is the funniest thing my brain has ever conjured. I was cackling like a witch the entire time I wrote this. Noona's sheer, unadulterated "why me" energy is a mood for the ages. She didn't ask for this. She just wanted to support her husband and wear cool shoes. Now she's the high priestess of a judgmental footwear cult.
Also, the CEO's immediate pivot to "It's not a cult, it's performance art" is the most CEO thing to ever CEO. He sees a societal breakdown and only sees profit margins. I love him.
Raiko's entire existence is now a paradox: he's both the frontman and the designated target. The boyband equivalent of a whack-a-mole. My man just wanted to play some riffs and now his entire career is based on the quality of his wife's stomp.
The real question is: what happens when the fans realize the other Ghouls are also fair game? Will they start insulting Minjun's robes? Jinwoo's calculator? Hyun-bin's hair flip? The possibilities are endless and terrifying.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go design some "STEP ON ME, NOONA" merch. For research.
– H. Behevras
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© 2025 H. Behevras | First published on Royal Road
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