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 exhaled slowly, forcing himself to remain seated for a moment. He was calculating, deciding how to handle the situation without creating an unnecessary scene with his family beside him.

Caroline and David were quietly chatting, oblivious to the drama, but Noah's senses were honed, every word of the man's vile proposition echoing in his ears.

Noah rose from his seat, after unbuckling the plane belt.

Out of the corner of her eye, Caroline noticed and asked, "Where are you going, sweetheart?"

"To the toilet, Mum," he said with a calm smile.

Caroline nodded, resuming her conversation with David. Noah straightened his suit jacket as he walked, his pace unhurried. His expression was unreadable—calm and composed, but his gaze carried intensity.

When he reached the row, he caught the man mid-sentence, leaning closer to the attendant with an audacious grin on his face.

"Come on, sweetheart. It's easy money—just say yes."

Harassment, Arriving in London!