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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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Shopping Spree

Noah stood in the gym, staring at the pool of sweat that had accumulated under him after his intense workout. He shook his head, smirking to himself.

"I need to hire a cleaner or this place is going to turn into a disaster zone," he muttered. His mansion, as grand and impressive as it was, had a downside: the space needed maintenance, and that sweat puddle was only the beginning.

Sighing, Noah walked over to the storage closet, grabbing a mop and some cleaning supplies.

After a few minutes of wiping down the floors and getting everything back in order, he tossed the mop aside, satisfied with the job. "Time to hit the shower," he said, heading to the bathroom.

The cold water from the shower hit him like a refreshing wave, washing away the exhaustion from the gym. His muscles relaxed under the crisp stream, and he felt the tension from his workout melt away.