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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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Sprinting Competition, Noah is famous.

After dropping off Emily, Noah received a message from Jackson.

"I signed you up, the sprinting competition is in an hour. The location is..."

Noah quickly replied and made his way to the area where the competition was held.

...

Forty minutes later, Noah arrived in the area but couldn't get too close due to restrictions. So he was forced to park on a road around five minutes away.

Noah walked toward the event venue, Many participants wore sprinting gear, warming up with stretches and short sprints.

Looking down, Noah saw his casual clothes and sneakers. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Doesn't really matter," he thought as he spotted Jackson standing near the spectator area.

"Yo!" Jackson greeted, walking up to him.

"Hey," Noah replied.

"Are you sure you still want to participate, I mean there are quite a few amateur racers who are near pro level."