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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.

Risaliyah · Urban
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Scared

Noah put his hood down and stepped into the elevator, the cold steel walls reflecting his calm, detached expression.

"Ding!" 

The doors of the elevator slid open, he walked out of the building without so much as a backward glance.

Once outside, he paused for a moment, scanning the quiet street. With a sigh, he rang the bell for Apartment 16.

No response.

Shrugging slightly, Noah moved to the next apartment. Apartment 17.

He pressed the button and waited, his hands now in his pockets clearly not interested in ringing again.

The silence was interrupted by a soft crackle through the intercom, and a woman's voice, hazy with sleep, answered.

"Who… who's this?" she asked, her voice slightly confused, groggy from being suddenly awoken.

Noah didn't waste time on pleasantries.

His tone was steady, almost clinical.