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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Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Plotting? Whatever do you mean?"

Emily wasn't buying it. She raised an eyebrow, her expression a mirror of their mother's when she was skeptical. "Don't play dumb. I know that grin. You always look like that when you're about to do something sneaky."

He glanced down at her, the smile growing just a fraction wider. "Don't think too much, Em. Just go with the flow."

Emily huffed but didn't press further.

She clung to his hand. "Fine," she muttered. "But if this involves me, I better get extra snacks on the plane."

Noah chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Deal."

As they approached the gate, Caroline glanced back at them. "Are you two whispering secrets over there?" she asked playfully, her eyes darting between them.

"No secrets," Emily said quickly, clearly not wanting to get on Noah's bad side. Otherwise, he won't buy her snacks anymore, and that was like a death sentence in her opinion.

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