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!

He tapped into his radio, his free hand switching frequencies. He had to cut through the dead signals, shifting through static before landing on the right channel.

"Escape team, prepare immediately! I am the only one alive. I am being hunted! I need backup!"

The line crackled. A voice, distorted but sharp, finally responded.

"Riner? What the hell happened? Where's the squad?!"

"Dead! All of them!" Riner barked, his breathing laboured as he pushed forward through the jungle. His feet crunched against damp leaves, his vision flickering as his balance fought against him.

"Shit—hang tight! We're on standby. ETA—"

Riner collapsed mid-stride, his leg folding under him as he crashed into the jungle floor. His fingers clawed into the dirt, his breath a strangled gasp.

Pain—blazing, white-hot pain—shot up his leg like wildfire.

Escape Successful.