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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Noah's grip on Patrick's hand tightened slightly as the memory ended, his gaze sharp as he locked eyes with the old man.

"So this is what you're hiding," Noah thought, his mind piecing it all together.

The building wasn't just old—it had deeper problems, ones that Patrick had failed to fix time and time again.

Patrick, oblivious to Noah's discovery, released his hand and gestured toward the room.

"Well, feel free to have a look around," he said cheerfully. "It's a charming little place, and with a bit of love, it could be the perfect teahouse."

David glanced at Noah, his expression hopeful. "What do you think, son? It's got character, doesn't it?"

Noah smiled faintly, masking his thoughts. "It does," he said, stepping forward and walking around the small space, noting every crack, every place where the problems were hidden.

Teahouse Location