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!

Up ahead, another assassin had stationed himself at the top of the grand staircase, a suppressed rifle aimed downward. His role was obvious—overwatch.

If anyone tried to escape, he'd take them out before they even hit the front door.

He crouched low, moving up the staircase without touching a single step. His body stayed pressed against the banister, his balance inhumanly perfect.

His focus was straight ahead, unaware that death was approaching from below.

In one fluid motion, he grabbed the man's ankle and yanked.

The assassin stumbled backwards in shock, his rifle swinging wildly—

Before he could even regain balance, Noah was already on top of him.

A single, brutal strike to the throat.

The man gasped, his windpipe collapsing.

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