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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 · Urbain
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Life is Fleeting

As Noah slid into the back seat of the Uber, he let out a slow exhale.

He had made his decision, and he didn't regret it. His hand absentmindedly grazed the phone in his pocket, though he didn't feel the need to check it.

The drive was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the occasional distant horns from the city outside.

Meanwhile, back inside Amelia's family villa, the atmosphere was far from calm. The entire house had shifted into chaos after Noah's departure. Adam, Amelia, and Carmilla stood beside the bed, watching as the doctors huddled around the old man.

His frail body seemed so small against the large, elegant four-poster bed he lay on. The steady beep of medical machines filled the silence in the room, syncing with the rhythmic rise and fall of his shallow breathing.