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!

The helicopter's rotors slowed, the vibrations settling as they touched down at the military base.

Noah stepped out first, his boots hitting the ground with a firm thud. His expression was unreadable, his gaze distant.

As his team disembarked behind him, he was already listening—his earpiece filtering through the signal coming from the tracking chip inside Riner's body.

Crackling radio static. Then—voices.

"Riner. What happened? You guys were meant to eliminate the target. You had already cleared all the guards that were on the property."

A pause. Then, Riner's voice—weaker than before, strained, yet steady.

"I'm not sure. But it was definitely the doing of that demon."

A deep voice scoffed through the radio.

Arriving at the base.