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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The room was silent, save for Jack's faint breathing. His color had already begun to return, and the arm, though immobile, looked as if it had never been severed.

Jackson stared, his mouth agape. "Boss… how?"

Noah glanced at him, his expression unreadable. "You asked for my help. This is what I do."

Jack's stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Ja… Jackson?" he croaked.

Jackson dropped to his knees beside his brother, his voice trembling. "Jack! I'm here, You're okay!"

The other men in the room exchanged stunned looks, some whispering in disbelief. "That's… impossible," one of them muttered. "No doctor can do that."

Noah stood, packing his tools back into the bag. "He'll need rest. No heavy lifting, no stress on the arm for at least two weeks. After that, he should be as good as new."

Jackson grabbed Noah's hand, his eyes brimming with gratitude. "Boss… I don't even know how to thank you."

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