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 33: "The First Inquisition" Part - 2 ( The Group Therapy Confession)
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Previously on :
Raiko snapped his pen, his patience, and three haters' hopes of ever sitting comfortably again.
#ProtectiveRaiko trended worldwide, Eun got patted like a scared puppy, and Raiko swore vengeance in front of several dozen phones.
Now the ghouls are home, Raiko is pacing like a man about to drop the heaviest breakdown of his career,
and the haters are about to find out that idols can hit harder than drum fills.
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Back at the dorms, the atmosphere was heavier than Raiko's guitar amp after a thunderstorm.
They sat in a circle on the living room floor like the world's most dysfunctional support group.
Takeout containers littered the coffee table, but nobody was eating.
Raiko cracked his knuckles. "Alright. Spill. Who else has been dealing with harassment?"
Silence.
"Come on," he pressed. "I just committed assault and battery on live enchanted mirror. The least you can do is tell me who else needs their problems solved with violence."
Hyun-bin shifted uncomfortably. "It's not that simple, hyung..."
"It is that simple. Give me names. Give me addresses. Give me social security numbers if you have them."
Minjun raised a trembling hand like he was in therapy class. "I... I get death threats. Daily."
"How daily?" Raiko's voice dropped to that dangerous octave that made sound engineers check their equipment.
"Every morning. Someone sends me pictures of knives with my face painted onto them."
Taeyang nodded grimly. "Same, bro. But mine are creative. Last week someone sent me a video of them burning my photocard while chanting my real name."
"They know your real name?" Raiko's eye twitched.
"They know ALL our real names," Jinwoo said quietly, looking up from his Arcane Slate. "Addresses, family members, schools we attended. I've got a spreadsheet."
"Of course you do. Show me."
Jinwoo turned the pane around. It was color-coded chaos—red for death threats, orange for doxxing attempts, yellow for harassment, and a concerning amount of black labeled "UNCLASSIFIABLE NIGHTMARE FUEL."
Raiko studied it like a general reviewing battle plans.
Eun spoke up in a small voice: "They... they sent letters to my mom's house. With pictures of me sleeping."
The room went dead silent.
Raiko's hands slowly clenched into fists.
"Sleeping?" he repeated.
"They somehow got photos through my bedroom window. From when I was seventeen."
Something dark and terrible settled over Raiko's features.
"Names," he said quietly. "I want names, addresses, and favorite coffee shops. I want to know what they eat for breakfast and which leg they step out of bed with first."
Hyun-bin looked nervous. "Hyung, we can't just—"
"Can't what? Can't protect ourselves? Can't fight back? They can stalk us, threaten us, traumatize us, but we can't do anything because we're 'idols' and we have to maintain our 'image'?"
His voice rose with each word.
"They made our junior afraid to sleep in his own bed. They're sending death threats to Minjun like it's a hobby. They're burning Taeyang's face for entertainment. And you want me to what—send them a strongly worded letter?"
Eun wiped his eyes. "The company says ignore them. Says it's just part of the business."
"The company," Raiko said slowly, "is full of cowards in suits who care more about quarterly profits than your mental health."
He stood up, cracking his neck.
"Meeting's over. We're going hunting."
"Hunting?" Minjun squeaked.
"Digital hunting. Real hunting. Whatever kind of hunting it takes."
Jinwoo's fingers were already flying across his Arcane Slate. "I can trace most of these accounts back to real people. Cross-reference social media, location data, public records..."
"Do it."
"Hyung," Hyun-bin said carefully, "what exactly are you planning?"
Raiko's smile was sharp enough to cut glass.
"The First Inquisition."
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TO BE CONTINUED
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- Author Notes –
You thought we were gonna calm down after the fan meet? LOL.
This chapter is just me gathering all the trauma receipts in one room so Raiko can personally decide which haters get to live.
This is the first time we really see how bad the harassment is behind the scenes, and why Raiko's fuse is now officially burnt out.
Also: shoutout to Jinwoo for color-coding a hate spreadsheet. That man is doing the gods' work.
Anyway, buckle up, because Raiko just declared war.
– H. Behevras
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