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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 · Urbano
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202 Chs

Big Bang

Caroline ate her food contentedly, chuckling along to the show on the screen.

The TV scene opened with an awkward silence between two characters sitting in a cozy living room, clearly in the midst of a tense, intellectual debate.

The woman, older and stern, adjusted her glasses as she studied the man sitting across from her—his posture rigid, his expression blank yet calculating.

"Do you ever experience emotional instability?" she asked, her tone clinical.

The young man blinked slowly as if computing the question. "No," he answered flatly. "My emotions are a well-regulated algorithm of efficiency. Anything else would be... illogical."

David chuckled. "Classic. He's like a robot."

On the screen, the woman raised a brow, unmoved by the answer. "Fascinating. Your complete lack of empathy is both disturbing and—"

"—impressive," the young man cut in proudly. "It has saved me from countless awkward human interactions."