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Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

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. ________ 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.

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Ghost

Noah crouched down and grabbed Tyrell by his hair, forcing him to look up. Tyrell winced, his eyes flickering with both pain and defiance.

But before he could speak, Noah activated his Memory Glance. The skill worked instantly, flashes of images and fragmented memories flooding Noah's mind.

In seconds, he had pieced together enough to know where to start. Tyrell's thoughts and memories painted the foundation—one that gave Noah the leverage he needed.

Releasing the grip on his hair slightly, Noah locked eyes with Tyrell, his calm voice carrying an undercurrent of menace. "I have a few questions for you. Answer them truthfully, or you'll regret it. Trust me."

Noah's lips curled into a faint smirk as he gestured toward Yanks, who was still slumped nearby. "I mean, look at your friend over here. His jaw's almost touching the ground."