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.

This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict the actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

After wrapping up his rounds at Walls4Us, Noah moved through his empire with efficiency.

An's Gourmet was thriving, Everything was handled smoothly. The hotel's occupancy rates were hitting record highs.

A quick call to Arthur set their meeting. The location: their future pharmaceutical venture's site.

Another piece in Noah's expanding chess game.

Noah spotted Arthur's distinguished figure as he pulled up in his G-Wagon. The older man stood by the curb, his silver hair and tailored suit marking him as old money, old power.

But the sharp gleam in his eyes showed why he'd survived decades in the business world.

"Mr. Thompson," Arthur greeted with a firm handshake, his tone carrying that unique mix of respect and mentorship he'd perfected when dealing with Noah.

He'd long since learned not to underestimate the nineteen-year-old who moved tens of millions like chess pieces.

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