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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Stacy gave a quick nod of appreciation, pulling a counting machine from the drawer beside her.

She ran the stacks through the machine, her eyes intent on the screen as it counted each bundle.

The sound of the machine blending, with the soft rustle of cash filled the room.

Soon, the final count showed on the display.

Satisfied, she turned back to Noah, her expression now relaxed. "Alright, everything's in order. Let's sign."

They each took a pen, the sound of their signatures scratching onto paper adding a formal conclusion to the transaction.

Once they finished, Stacy handed him the keys to the teahouse.

"Thank you," Noah said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth.

With the contract complete, Stacy excused herself and left the teahouse.

Noah took one final look around the teahouse, pocketed the keys, and locked the door behind him.

Contract Signed