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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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New problems (2)

"Just… get it out," he rasped.

Noah didn't respond. Words wouldn't help now.

He picked up the scalpel and made the first incision.

The skin parted cleanly, revealing a deeper layer of tissue marred with crimson.

Blood welled up immediately, and Noah pressed gauze against it, his hands working with pinpoint accuracy.

"Keep that light steady!" Noah snapped at Lionel, whose hand trembled slightly.

"Yes, Boss," Lionel stammered, his knuckles white as he gripped the flashlight.

The flashlight felt like a barbell in Lionel's hand.

The wound was deep, and the bullet was buried near the lower ribcage.

Noah's mind worked in overdrive, visualizing the anatomy beneath.

 'Liver, diaphragm, intercostal muscles…' He pushed all thoughts aside, as he focused on the procedure. 

As he deepened the incision to explore further, Leo let out a sharp cry, his body jerking against Ryker's hold.