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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Noah lay on the ground, grimacing and clutching his side in an exaggerated display of pain, but the motorcycle seemed to have barely taken any damage. The man sneered, shaking his head.

"Oi, move your damn bicycle-wannabe motorcycle outta the way," he barked, his patience already thin. "We've got important business to handle, and you're in the way."

Noah, still on the ground, groaned dramatically as he slowly pushed himself to his feet. "Important business? You're the one who made me crash in the first place! That van of yours was going so slow, I couldn't react in time."

The man's face twisted into an ugly scowl. "Slow speed? You idiot, Your busted-up excuse for a bike can't even keep up with a snail, let alone us. You trying to scam us?"

Saving Damsel in Distress