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!

"Hey!" A friendly voice broke through his thoughts.

A guy about his age jogged up, wearing a bright orientation team shirt and a smile. "I'm Mark. I am part of the freshman helping team. What department are you in?"

"I'm in a few departments. I'm in the computer science department and the medicine department."

He'd chosen these two degrees carefully.

The combination would prove useful for his long-term plans.

Mark's jaw literally dropped, his clipboard lowering. "Are you joking?"

Noah fixed him with a level stare, expression neutral. "Why would I joke with you when I just met you?"

The question hung in the air, neither accusatory nor defensive, just matter-of-fact. This was the approach that unsettled people most—the complete absence of the need to impress.

Two Degrees