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!

The teenage server smiled at their interaction. "What can I get for you two?"

"Vanilla and chocolate!" Emily pressed her face against the display glass, then spun to look at Noah. "In a cone!"

"Same for me," Noah said, watching his sister's eyes light up.

"You got the same as me!" Emily bounced excitedly. "We match!"

The server started scooping their ice cream, and Emily tugged at Noah's sleeve. "Is it because dragon riders have to match?"

"Exactly." Noah's phone buzzed – more chaos in the pharmaceutical world. He ignored it.

"Two vanilla and chocolate cones," the server announced, handing them over.

They grabbed a table by the window, Emily immediately diving into her ice cream with the enthusiasm only an eight-year-old could muster.

"Noah! Look!" She pointed at their identical cones. "We're like twins!"

"Except one of us is way shorter."

Cambridge opening day.