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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

Principal's Office

Noah took his time walking to the principal's office, his steps slow and unhurried. He wasn't the least bit anxious, knowing that the truth was on his side. As he approached the office door, he knocked lightly and heard a firm voice from within: "Come in."

Entering, Noah greeted, "Good afternoon, Principal. I'm here because you called for me earlier today. I'm assuming it's about the test results."

The principal, a tall man with a stern but wise face, had his glasses resting on the edge of his nose. He was reviewing some papers when Noah spoke. As Noah finished, the principal lowered the papers slightly and gazed at him over his glasses, his eyes piercing as if trying to read through the young man standing before him. It wasn't an accusatory stare but one of deep consideration. The glasses, perched at just the right angle, made his stare feel more intense, as though he were weighing Noah's words and actions with decades of experience behind him.