Risaliyah

Noah, a highschooler was struggling due to his family's poverty and his father's declining health.

Despite that, he was content with his life... Until he visited his girl, trying to surprise her with a gift.

"~~~" Muffled sounds came out of her room as he stood at the door.

"She is... cheating on me?"

Just as Noah is about to confront her, a mysterious robotic voice echoes in his mind:

[Ding! Congratulations to the host binding the Ultimate Choice System!]

Option 1: Enter the room. 
[$100 Reward and a green hat]

Option 2: Leave the house and break up later.
[Rolls Royce Phantom and Basic-Driving Skill Reward]

Option 3: Marry her mother. 
[Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, Intermediate-Driving Skill  and $10,000 Reward]

"Naturally, option 3." He grinned.

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Disclaimer: 'Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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As Noah continued walking, lost in his thoughts, something stirred in the corner of his vision. Ahead of him, a woman, unlike anyone he'd ever seen, moved with a refined, humble grace. She was striking — pale, fairy-like features that seemed out of place in the ordinary cityscape.

Her skin was the colour of freshly fallen snow, her hair cascaded down her back like a shimmering waterfall, and though her dress appeared simple, it radiated a level of elegance only the keenest eye could catch.

Noah's trained eye, honed by years of subtly observing details, could tell instantly that her outfit wasn't just expensive — it was crafted. Tailored, likely by a high-class designer, the kind you wouldn't find even in the most exclusive of stores. It had a quiet luxury to it that screamed of wealth without needing to flaunt it. Yet, despite her outward beauty and the obvious class she exuded, there was something… off. The sunglasses. Noah squinted.

Damsel In Distress