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!

Noah didn't hear them. Didn't care. The moment the roundabout was behind him, he hit the gas, the guttural roar of the engine tearing through the quiet of the sleeping city.

Buildings blurred, neon signs streaking like comets in his peripheral vision. The streets were his. Empty, endless, bending to his will.

Ahead, the final stretch. A narrowing underpass, concrete walls pressing in. Most drivers would hesitate.

A pair of headlights flared in his side mirror—a car in the next lane, too close, too slow. Noah cut between it and another vehicle with inches to spare. The turbulence rocked them both, their side mirrors rattling from the force.

The sedan's driver let out a strangled yell. "Are you INSANE?!"

A motorcyclist, barely missing the chaos, wobbled violently, cursing into the night.

Horn blasts. Shouts. Chaos in his wake.

Protection Mission (2)