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!

The Thompson family sat around the large dining table in the suite's open-plan living area, the morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view of London's skyline stretched out beyond the glass, but most of the family's attention was on the spread of food laid out before them. Room service had outdone itself—fluffy pancakes, golden pastries, fresh fruit, eggs cooked to perfection, and a variety of juices and hot drinks.

Emily was in her element, already halfway through a plate piled high with pancakes and a chocolate croissant on the side. "Mom, these pancakes are amazing! They're so fluffy, they're like clouds!" she declared, her voice muffled by a mouthful of syrupy goodness.

Caroline, sitting across from her, smiled indulgently. "Emily, slow down. You'll make yourself sick before we even leave the suite."

Emily waved her fork in the air dismissively. "Totally worth it," she said with a grin, diving back into her plate.

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