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 from the easel, setting the brush down with deliberate care. He picked up a cloth and wiped his hands, his expression calm and unbothered, as though what he had just done was nothing out of the ordinary.

Diana approached the painting slowly, her footsteps soft against the polished floor. Her golden locks caught the gallery's light as she stood in front of the canvas, her lips parting slightly as she took in every detail.

"It's…" she started, her voice barely above a whisper. She paused, searching for the right words. "It's incredible."

Noah shrugged faintly, his tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather. "It's just a painting."

"No," Diana said firmly, her gaze still locked on the portrait. "It's more than that. You've… captured something."

William, still reeling, cleared his throat. "This… this was done in minutes. How—?"

The Diana lisa