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!

Sam groaned, shaking his head to clear the haze. His legs wobbled as he pushed himself upright, his eyes darting back to the shattered window. He half-expected Noah to come leaping out after him like something out of a horror movie.

Instead, Noah stepped calmly to the edge of the window, the shards crunching under his boots. He leaned slightly forward, peering down at Sam with an almost bored expression.

Sam's chest heaved as he stared up at him, a mix of fear and defiance flickering in his gaze. "Stay back!" he shouted, stumbling a step backward. "I'll—I'll call the cops, man! Don't think I won't!"

Noah's lips quirked into a faint smirk. "Sure. You do that."

Sam froze, his threat deflating before it even left his mouth. He didn't wait to see what Noah might do next. Spinning on his heel, he took off into the alley, limping slightly but moving as fast as his adrenaline-fueled legs would carry him.

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