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!

The middle-aged man stared at Noah, his jaw tight, his eyes sharp with a grimace.

Pain pulsed in his shoulder, the bone still aching from Noah's grip. He could feel the dull creak of strained ligaments and the warning signs of a fracture.

But Noah had let go before it broke.

Noah had control—not just over the situation, but over every ounce of damage he inflicted.

The man wasn't sure if that made things better or far worse.

Noah could have crushed his shoulder completely, yet he chose not to.

And that was more terrifying than any injury he could've suffered.

"Alright." Noah's voice cut through the silence, calm and unwavering.

"You're going to enter this warehouse with me."

The middle-aged man swallowed. Hard.

There was no hesitation in Noah's voice, no room for negotiation.

Arrival of Adam.