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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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Time Alone

His pulse spiked as the reality of the situation slammed into him. A car was just ahead, a mere second away from a collision. The distance between them was closing too fast.

"Skrrtttt!"

Adrenaline surged through Noah's veins, and without a second thought, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his hands moving with instinctive precision. His mind, once clouded by the flashback, snapped into sharp focus.

The tyres screeched against the asphalt as Noah jerked the wheel, the car spinning wildly. The sudden shriek of tyres against asphalt pierced the stillness of the night like a scream.

Noah's hands gripped the steering wheel with iron focus, his knuckles white, and his mind snapped into hyperawareness, pushing aside the haunting memory of the girl.

The car in front was too close, its taillights growing rapidly as the Lykan hurtled toward it. There was no room for hesitation—no room for fear.