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 37: "The Second Inquisition". Part. 3: The Vandalism Spree
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Previously On:
The targets are locked, the plans are set, and Raiko is ready to make every abuser's office a living nightmare. This is no longer trolling revenge — this is art, and the kingdom is about to witness it.
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Midnight in Tealandia was when the city's enchanted streetlights dimmed to their softest glow, and most citizens were safely tucked away in their beds, dreaming of simpler times when entertainment meant bards with lutes instead of manufactured heartbreak.
It was the perfect time for revolution.
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Starlight Entertainment's headquarters gleamed like a crystal prison against the night sky.
Forty-seven floors of glass and marbles where dreams went to die in quarterly reports.
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Raiko crouched on the roof of the building across the street, studying his target through a pair of enchanted binoculars that Jinwoo had "borrowed" from royal military surplus.
His enchanted mirror buzzed with a text from his tech support: "Security system disabled. Elevator access granted. Try not to burn the building down. We need the evidence inside."
Raiko texted back: "No promises."
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The infiltration was almost insultingly easy.
Corporate security was designed to keep desperate idols in, not determined metalheads out.
He slipped through the building like a shadow with anger management issues, leaving his calling cards on every floor:
Floor 15 - Accounting Department: Every calculus orbs had been hexed to only display "BLOOD MONEY" when turned on.
Floor 23 - Executive Boardroom: The conference table was now decorated with framed photos of every idol who'd been hospitalized, along with a note: "LOOK AT THEIR FACES WHILE YOU COUNT YOUR PROFITS."
Floor 31 - CEO's Office: The walls had been redecorated with printouts of every abusive contract clause, highlighted in red, with "IS THIS LEGAL IN YOUR NIGHTMARES?" spray-painted across the ceiling in letters large enough to be seen from space.
But the masterpiece was Floor 35 - the Training Rooms.
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Raiko had turned the mirrors into a gallery of truth.
Every surface reflected not the viewer's appearance, but images of the idols who'd collapsed, who'd cried, who'd begged for basic human dignity in these very rooms.
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In the center of the main training room, he'd left his magnum opus: a sound system connected to his enchanted mirror, programmed to play his most aggressive metal screams at maximum volume every hour on the hour, with a note that read:
"THIS IS WHAT PAIN SOUNDS LIKE WHEN IT'S HONEST. ENJOY YOUR WORKDAY. - THE EYELINER VIGILANTE"
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By dawn, he'd hit six more companies.
Golden Voice Productions woke up to find their "motivation chambers" filled with glittery plushies and inspirational posters that read "YOU ARE LOVED" and "YOU DESERVE FOOD."
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Platinum Crown Entertainment's CEO arrived at his office to discover his desk had been replaced with a throne made entirely of broken contracts, with a crown of thorns perched on top and a placard reading "KING OF NOTHING."
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The enchanted mirror networks exploded with footage, leaked by "anonymous sources" who were definitely not Jinwoo sitting in a coffee shop with seventeen different arcane slate.
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#SecondInquisition
Trended worldwide.
#EyelinerVigilante
Hit the top of every news feed.
#TreatIdolsLikeHumans
Became a battle cry.
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By the time the sun fully rose over Tealandia, three entertainment companies had emergency board meetings, two CEOs had resigned, and the Royal Ministry of Entertainment announced "surprise inspections" of all idol training facilities.
Raiko sat on a park bench, exhausted but satisfied, watching the sunrise paint the city in shades of gold and justice.
His enchanted mirror buzzed with messages from grateful idols, supportive fans, and surprisingly, a few executives promising "immediate policy changes."
He was scrolling through the flood of support when he saw her.
A girl with short, choppy hair and eyes that held too much pain for someone so young.
She was walking toward the cliffs at the edge of the city, her steps heavy with the weight of someone who'd already made a terrible decision.
Raiko's blood went cold.
He knew that walk. He'd seen it before, in the mirror on his worst days.
The congratulatory messages could wait.
He pocketed his mirror and followed her into the growing darkness.
The Second Inquisition was over.
But the most important battle was just beginning.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Author's Note:
Oh, you wanted Raiko unleashed?
Congratulations. This chapter is basically a montage of poetic justice and vandalism that would get you arrested in at least fourteen countries.
Mirrors turned into haunted galleries? Check.
Contracts turned into performance art? Check.
Corporate mascots screaming in existential dread? Also check.
If you laughed, good.
If you fist-pumped, also good.
If you sent this to your corporate boss, maybe… run.
Next chapter flips the tone HARD — from destruction to the quiet, awful reality of what this whole fight was really about.
Bring tissues.
— H. Behevras
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© 2025 H. Behevras | First published on Royal Road
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