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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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Shopping Spree (2)

"Fashion is the simplest form of mind control," Noah thought as he walked, his gaze sweeping over the people in the mall.

"It manipulates men and women equally. A man won't be able to tear his gaze away from a woman in a revealing dress, not unless he has the discipline of iron or faith stronger than temptation—and that's rare."

"Just as a woman's eyes will naturally gravitate to a man dressed in clothes that scream wealth and status—brands like L&V or Hermis do more than turn heads; they speak directly to the primal part of the mind, the part that craves power, security, and influence."

He smirked as he continued walking, noting the subtle shifts in people's gazes, their reactions predictable, almost laughable.

"Power isn't just about what you have or what you can do," he mused.

"it's about how you're perceived. The suit, the watch, the car—it's all a carefully crafted illusion.