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!

Noah stepped back slightly, crossing his arms. "If this were about liberation, the yellow wouldn't just be a streak. It would expand, it would push back against the red and black. But it doesn't. It's almost lost in the chaos. That's not freedom. That's barely surviving."

"You're looking at this piece and seeing what you want to see. An easy narrative that fits neatly into the scholarly framework you've spent years building. But that's the problem—you're not seeing this piece. You're seeing what you've been told to see."

Diana remained silent, her expression thoughtful. Her eyes flicked between the painting and Noah, her faint smile still lingering as though she'd just witnessed something far more interesting than an art lecture.

Noah stood calmly, his faint smile unwavering, as the old man's words dripped with thinly veiled condescension.

Drawing a portrait.