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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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Punishment Granted

Horace's eyes widened in horror, his voice coming out in a frantic whisper. "No, no, please… no," he begged, his body shaking with fear.

But Noah didn't care. Without a word, he struck Horace hard, knocking him unconscious once more.

The room fell silent, except for Noah's calm breaths.

He moved slowly, tying a gag around Horace's mouth to stifle any cries of pain. 

Once done, Noah stood over Horace's limp form.

Noah lifted his foot slowly, almost casually, as if there was no rush, no urgency. His eyes locked onto Horace's knee, the purpose of breaking it clear in his mind as if it was nothing significant.

The room seemed to narrow, the walls pressing in on them as Noah's boot hovered above the joint.

The air was thick, the silence unbearable.

Then, with a swift, brutal motion, Noah brought his foot down.

"CRACK."