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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Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

For a moment, there was silence. Then the woman spoke again, her voice quieter now, as though she were treading carefully.

"That's… an interesting perspective," she said. "Not one I've heard before."

"It's not about perspective," Noah replied, his tone unbothered. "It's just what's there. Whether you see it or not depends on how closely you're willing to look."

The older man's voice broke the brief silence, his tone a blend of polite dismissal and faint irritation. "Young man, what you're saying… it's certainly a first. I can't deny it's a unique take." He straightened slightly, folding his hands behind his back as if preparing to deliver a lecture. "But what I said earlier isn't just my opinion—it's the interpretation of the top scholars of art. The best of the best. And who, pray tell, would know art better than them?"

Diana.