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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What if this skill could be cultivated, just like everything else? What if it could become something that multiplied not just his money, but his influence?

He exhaled again, slowly, thoughtfully. 10¢ richer with each breath.

A steady trickle of wealth, flowing with each inhale, each exhale.

"It's poetic in a way. My existence is now profitable, as long as I breathe I'm making money."

Noah glanced at his watch. Money would be waiting for him when the clock struck midnight, and he didn't have to lift a finger.

"Not bad for pocket change," he thought, as he headed towards the shower.

After stepping out of the shower, Noah grabbed one of his new Hermis outfits and slipped into it.

The fabric felt smooth against his skin. He adjusted his cuffs while glancing in the mirror for a moment.

Clean lines, sharp cut—a perfect reflection of control.

Is this a Date?