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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Meanwhile, Amelia climbed the stairs and entered a private wing of the villa. She reached a large wooden door and, with a soft knock, entered the room.

The atmosphere here was different—quieter, more sombre. The room was spacious yet cozy, with large windows offering a view of the gardens outside.

Her grandfather sat propped up in a bed near the window, his body frail and aged, his once-strong features now softened by the passage of time. But despite his weakened state, there was a noble air about him, a kind of quiet dignity that hadn't faded.

"Good afternoon, Grandpa," Amelia greeted warmly, her voice tender as she approached him. Her face softened with affection, but there was a hint of sorrow in her eyes as she saw him looking so weak.

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