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 32: "The First Inquisition" Part 1 (The Fan Meet Beatdown)
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The Fan Meet BeatdownThe fan meet was going perfectly.
Too perfectly.
REQUIEM6 sat behind their decorated booths like a boy band assembly line of sparkles and forced smiles.
Fans squealed, cameras flashed, and somewhere in the background, Jinwoo was already calculating merch sales from today's "adorable interactions."
Eun clutched his limited-edition bunny plushie, signing albums with the careful precision of someone who'd been told his handwriting represented the entire group's reputation.
His "Dread Bunny" hoodie looked especially soft today—which, in hindsight, was probably a tactical error.
Three booths down, Raiko scrawled his signature like he was carving runes into ancient stone.
A fangirl squealed about his "dangerous energy." He grunted in acknowledgment.
That's when they arrived.
The haters.
Three guys in their twenties, enchanted mirror out, recording.
The kind who lived in comment sections and fed on teenage tears.
"Look at this fake little princess," the leader sneered, loud enough for every camera in the vicinity.
He pointed directly at Eun.
"Bet he cries himself to sleep every night like the manufactured baby he is."
Eun's pen froze mid-signature. His smile flickered like a dying lightbulb.
The second hater laughed. "Probably can't even sing without autotune. Just a pretty face for lonely girls to fantasize about."
"More like a pretty mistake," the third one added, zooming his enchanted mirror closer to Eun's face. "Hey, princess! Smile for your funeral!"
Eun's hands started shaking.
Raiko's pen snapped.
The sound cracked through the air like a gunshot.
Every head turned toward him.
His chair scraped against the floor as he stood—slowly, deliberately, like a metal god rising from his throne of barely contained rage.
"Excuse me," Raiko said, voice lower than a funeral dirge. "Did you just threaten my junior?"
The lead hater smirked. "What's it to you, guyliner? Gonna cry too?"
Mistake.
Big mistake.
Raiko vaulted over the barrier like it was made of paper.
The first punch landed before anyone could blink—a haymaker that sent the leader spinning into a merch stand.
Bunny plushies exploded everywhere like soft artillery.
"THAT'S FOR CALLING HIM FAKE!" Raiko roared.
The second hater tried to run.
Raiko grabbed him by the collar and introduced his face to the autograph table. The wood cracked.
"THAT'S FOR THE AUTOTUNE COMMENT!"
The third one pulled out his enchanted mirror to record. Raiko snatched it and hurled it across the room, where it shattered against a poster of their own faces.
"AND THAT'S FOR BEING A LITTLE SHIT!"
Security finally moved, but they were too late.
Three haters lay groaning in a pile of merchandise and broken dreams.
Raiko stood over them, chest heaving, eyeliner slightly smudged but still perfectly dramatic.
The venue fell silent.
Then—
"BRUTAL KING!" screamed a fangirl.
"PROTECTIVE OPPA!" shrieked another.
"MARRY ME!" sobbed a third.
The crowd erupted. enchanted mirrors appeared from everywhere, recording the aftermath.
#ProtectiveRaiko started trending before the last hater stopped twitching.
From his booth, Eun stared up at Raiko with wide, shimmering eyes.
"Hyung..." he whispered.
Raiko ruffled his hair. "Nobody messes with my ghouls."
In the background, the manager fainted.
Jinwoo was already on his enchanted mirror ordering "RAIKO DEFENSE SQUAD" merchandise.
And somewhere in the crowd, Noona sipped her tea and muttered, "Idiot. But my idiot."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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- Author Notes –
Listen. I was going to make this a sweet, fluffy fan meet scene. Smiles, selfies, wholesome chaos.
And then three NPCs decided to mouth off at the wrong boy.
So now you get Raiko going full WWE mid-fanmeet and sending haters through tables like this is a pay-per-view event.
Eun got protected, Raiko's eyeliner survived the fight, and Twitter—I mean, Magic MirrorNet—is never going to recover from the #ProtectiveRaiko trend.
In short: don't poke the metalhead.
– H. Behevras (who is legally not responsible for Raiko's violence)
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© 2025 H. Behevras | First published on Royal Road
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