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.

This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict the actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

As the Thompson family boarded the plane, they were guided to the business class section. Caroline's eyes widened as she took in the luxurious surroundings. Plush seats arranged in spacious pods, soft ambient lighting, and an unmistakable air of exclusivity surrounded them. Each seat had a large entertainment screen, an adjustable footrest, and a small privacy divider. It was a stark contrast to the cramped rows of economy they were used to.

Emily gasped audibly as she skipped ahead of her family. "Mom! Dad! Noah! Look at this!" she squealed, running her hands over the buttery leather of the nearest seat. "The seats have buttons! What do they do? Can I press them?"

"Emily," Caroline said in a mix of awe and maternal authority, "let's find our seats first, then you can press all the buttons you want."

Business Class Experience