Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

51  Tempting Rewards

Glancing at the system choices, Adam had already rushed out of the room with Maxine, leaving Carmilla and Amelia behind, both clearly worried about the situation upstairs.

The options floated in front of him like ethereal choices only he could see.

[Ding! The Ultimate Choice System has been activated!]

Option 1: Cure Amelia's grandfather.

[Rewards: 5x Rejuvenating Pills, Apartment Complex]

Option 2: Offer To Help The Old Man, but do not insist.

[Rewards: Intermediate Miracle-Physician Skills, A Mansion]

Option 3: Excuse yourself and leave due to the unforeseen circumstances.

[Rewards: 1x Miracle Pill (cures all diseases), A Penthouse]

Noah's mind began to race. Option 1 was the most straightforward and altruistic choice, but he quickly dismissed it.

The reward—a handful of rejuvenating pills and an apartment complex—while helpful and shocking, wasn't enough to justify discarding the other rewards. Sure, Curing someone's illness when having the ability was the moral thing to do, but the system was pushing him to weigh the stakes differently. He didn't know the old man personally, and despite Amelia's striking beauty—he stole a quick glance at her worried face, her eyes filled with concern—there was no way he was going to save her grandfather just because she was gorgeous. That would be absurd. He barely knew her.

No, Option 1 was off the table. The reward just wasn't enticing enough, when compared with the other rewards. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

His gaze shifted to the last two options. Both offered fantastic rewards, and for a brief moment, he felt a twinge of greed tug at him. If he could, he would have chosen both without hesitation, but life wasn't that generous. The system forced him to make a decision, and he had to choose carefully.

Option 3: Excuse yourself and leave due to the unforeseen circumstances.

[Rewards: 1x Miracle Pill (cures all diseases), A Penthouse]

The allure of the Miracle Pill was undeniable. A pill that could cure any disease in the world was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Its value was unfathomable. If he chose to keep it, he could secure the health of his loved ones forever. Even more, if he sold it to a dying billionaire or someone desperate for life, Noah could practically name his price. The thought of extracting 90% of someone's net worth for a single pill was tempting. After all, what use was money to someone at death's door?

"Money doesn't go with you to your grave," Noah thought with an inward smirk. The practicality of it was almost funny.

But his smirk faded slightly as he considered his own family. What if his parents, or someone close to him, were stricken with a terrible disease one day? This pill could save them. It wasn't just about making a fortune—it was about securing something priceless.

Then there was the penthouse. Noah's thoughts wandered for a moment, remembering his childhood. Growing up, he had always fantasized about living in a high-rise penthouse. He could picture it now: a sleek, modern home with floor-to-ceiling windows, offering panoramic views of the city. It would be his sanctuary, far removed from the noisy, cramped apartment he grew up in. As a kid, he had always been fascinated by the idea of living above the clouds, imagining how cool it would be to have a space of his own where he could look down on the bustling streets, detached from the chaos below. It wasn't just a dream anymore—it was a possibility.

"With the penhouse as my home, I could really become Noah Wayne" Noah thought,

"If Aiden finds out , that i have a penthouse he might actually believe i'm batman, all i need is to get a butler that looks like a spy."

Noah laughed inwardly, thinking of how his younger self would have jumped at the chance to live in a place like that. A penthouse wasn't just luxury; it was a symbol of having made it.

That childhood vision of living like batman still held a certain charm, and it made Option 3 all the more tempting.

But then his gaze flicked back to Option 2.

Option 2: Offer to help the old man, but do not insist.

[Rewards: Intermediate Miracle-Physician Skills, A Mansion]

This option was less flashy, but it had its own unique pull. The Intermediate Miracle-Physician Skills were extremely valuable.

Noah had enough experience with the system to know that it wasn't exaggerating. These skills would give him advanced medical knowledge, combining the best of both Western and Eastern medicine, and probably much more. And it wasn't just a one-time deal like the Miracle Pill. This skillset would be with him until his death, allowing him to diagnose and treat many illnesses with ease.

That kind of power could be invaluable in the long run, not just for his own family, but also for himself.

He could also use these skills in the case of finding himself in a dangerous situation, like the one with saving Amelia.

Furthermore, he could use it to gain connections and money from people of influence that need treatment.

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Yes, the Miracle Pill from Option 3 was powerful, but it was a one-shot solution. It wouldn't teach him how to prevent illness or recognize the signs of a disease before it became deadly.

The physician skills, on the other hand, would. With them, he could detect problems early—potentially saving his loved ones long before they'd need a cure as drastic as the Miracle Pill. It was a long-term investment in his abilities, and that was something that intrigued him.

As for the mansion… well, who wouldn't want a mansion? The idea of living in a sprawling estate was certainly appealing, though less important to him than the skills. The mansion was a nice bonus, but it wasn't the deciding factor. He knew deep down that the real value of this option was in the knowledge he'd gain.

With an inaudible sigh, Noah stood up from his chair, his mind made up. Option 2 was the best path forward, though he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of regret at not choosing the penthouse and the Miracle Pill. Still, he knew that his decision was the most practical one. Pills were a one-use thing ; skills were not.

"Alright, Option 2 it is," he muttered silently.

[Ding! Intermediate Miracle-Physician skill rewarded!]

[Ding! The Mansion's ownership paperwork is in the inventory!] Feeling an immense amount of knowledge flow into his mind, Noah took hold of the chair next to him for stability.

The amount of knowledge he acquired were immense that he almost lost balance.

Looking back at the room, Noah noticed that the air had grown tense. Amelia and Carmilla were both looking at him somewhat awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

Adam had rushed off so quickly, and now the dinner had ground to a halt. Feeling the weight of the silence, Noah decided to break it.

"Do you want me to check on the old man's health? I know a bit about medicine." he offered, his tone light but confident , though he already knew how this conversation would go.

Carmilla looked at him with a polite but doubtful smile. She clearly appreciated the gesture, but it was obvious she didn't think much of his offer.

After all, how could a nineteen-year-old boy know more than the team of highly qualified doctors who had been working on her father-in-law's condition for months?

"Thank you, dear," she said warmly, "but don't worry about it. The doctor should be here any minute."

Noah nodded, pretending not to notice the doubt in her voice. He stood up from the table, smoothing his jacket. "Well," he said, "it seems like it's an inconvenient time today. I ate well, though. Thank you for the invite."

Amelia, who had been standing behind her mother, looked conflicted.

She clearly wanted to say more, perhaps to thank him properly for saving her life, but the sudden emergency with her grandfather weighed too heavily on her mind. "I'll get the driver to take you home," she offered.

Noah shook his head. "No need. I'll call an Uber. Keep the driver around in case you need him for emergencies."

Amelia hesitated. "We have plenty of drivers," she started, but Noah cut her off with a light smile.

"Alright, then. Thanks again for the meal," he said, with a polite nod. "I hope the old man pulls through. Have a good night."

Without waiting for further response, he headed for the door, feeling the weight of Amelia's eyes on his back. She sighed quietly as he disappeared from her vision, before turning to follow her mother upstairs.

Noah stepped into the cool evening air, his mind still replaying the choices he'd made.

Nodding at the guards he left the mansion and headed towards the gates, the uber wouldn't be able to enter so he had to take it from there.

Option 2 was the right call, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss for what Option 3 could have brought him.

"It seems like becoming Batman needs to wait, maybe it's because I don't have an Alfred yet." he thought, with a wry grin as he dialled for his Uber.

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