Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

[Ding! Hidden Choice has been completed: Improving your family's living conditions.]

[Reward: $100,000,000 & Master Skill Roullete]

Noah glanced at the notification hovering in front of him, a small smile forming on his face.

The hefty monetary reward was impressive, but his attention immediately zeroed in on the mention of the Master Skill Roullete.

His heart gave a small jolt of anticipation.

'Looks like tonight just got interesting,' he thought.

He decided not to examine the rewards just yet, remaining focused on his family. The apartment viewing and discussions had gone smoothly, and he didn't want to ruin the moment by retreating into his thoughts about the system.

Instead, he spent the rest of the evening chatting with his parents and teasing Emily, enjoying the warmth of the family atmosphere.

Later that night, after returning to his room at his parent's house, Noah finally allowed himself to focus on the notifications.

First, his gaze fell on the monetary reward:

[Ding! $100,000,000 has been credited to the account ending in xx04. Current balance: $142,344,321.]

The sheer number left him momentarily stunned, though he quickly shook his head with a smirk.

Money, while useful, wasn't what truly captivated him. His gaze shifted to the Master Skill Roullete, and his excitement reignited.

"Master Skill…" he murmured, his fingers brushing the holographic interface. "I've never had one of these before. Let's see how overpowered this is going to be."

Noah's strongest skill was currently an advanced skill, Memory glance. His other skills were either basic or intermediate.

They were all amazing in their own regards, but Noah was really looking forward to the Master-Level Skill.

Opening the Roullete, Noah was greeted by a shimmering wheel, its segments glowing faintly in various colours. Each section held a mysterious icon, all veiled in question marks, leaving their contents completely unknown. There weren't many segments, indicating the rarity of these skills.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Taking a deep breath, Noah pressed Spin.

The wheel came to life, spinning with a mesmerizing glow. The colours blurred together, forming a dazzling halo as the wheel slowly began to decelerate. His heart pounded as it clicked between sections, the tension building with every passing second.

Finally, the wheel stopped.

[You have received Master-Level Skill: Exchange Shop]

A notification blinked into view, accompanied by a brief explanation.

[Exchange Shop: Unlocks a mysterious store that allows the user to trade money or skills, for rare items or skills. The shop's inventory changes periodically.]

Noah's eyes narrowed as he read the description. "A shop… that's interesting."

Without hesitation, Noah activated the skill. In an instant, a shimmering portal-like interface appeared before him, radiating faint golden light. Inside the interface, rows of items, and skills hovered.

[Blueprint for Advanced AI Development (Intermediate) ] – $50,000,000

[Enchanted Cloak of Invisibility (Advanced)] – $100,000,000

[Skill Enhancement Token: Upgrade Any Basic Skill to Intermediate Level] – $1,000,000

"What the…" Noah whispered, his mind already spinning with possibilities. His eyes scanned further down the list.

[Memory Enhancement Pill (Basic)] – $1,000

Noah's lips curved into a small smirk.

"A store of possibilities… Now this is interesting," he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. The idea of trading wealth for skills and items gave him a sense of excitement.

Without a thought, Noah decided to buy a few things.

[Blueprint for Advanced AI Development (Intermediate) has been received!]

[Skill Enhancement Token has been received!]

[Memory Enhancement Pill (Basic) has been received!]

After buying these things, Noah realised that the box where the items or skills were became grey.

'It seems like I can only purchase it once, and not in bulk. Oh well, this is good enough either way.' He thought as he used the skill enhancement token.

[Skill Enhancement Token: Basic Breathing Technique(Basic -> Intermediate)]

Pressing on the intermediate breathing technique, Noah was given the details.

[You will receive $1 for every breath you take!]

[Note: The money will be paid directly to the bank account of the user at midnight.]

After some quick mental calculation, Noah realised that instead of being paid $2,200. He will be paid $22,000 every day.

"That's a good upgrade," Noah muttered.

Noah decided to take out the Blueprint for Advanced AI Development from his inventory. As the holographic projection unfolded before him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of interest. It was as if he were staring at a living organism—layers upon layers of interconnected systems, each pulsing with coded brilliance.

Leaning forward, he traced the lines of diagrams and equations with his eyes, piecing together fragments of his understanding.

The design was meticulous, almost poetic in its complexity, yet there were glimpses of logic he could latch onto.

"This isn't just one mind," he realized, noticing the segmented pathways that branched out like arteries. "It's a network of minds, each one focused on a specific task. Language processing here… image recognition over there… and predictive analysis through it all like a neural highway."

The beauty of it struck him. Rather than one massive intelligence, this system worked as a collective of specialists, seamlessly integrated.

His attention shifted to the glowing core of the projection. Symbols he barely recognized showed the computing power that was beyond anything he had encountered. "Quantum states," he thought, the words springing unbidden to his mind. "That's how it processes so fast. It's not just calculating—it's exploring all possibilities at once."

The sheer potential of such a processor made his skin prickle. He could almost hear the hum of the virtual circuits, working tirelessly to outpace time itself.

Moving further, his gaze landed on a smaller, subtler design embedded in the system. Lines curved and twisted into a framework that felt… human. "This is called, ethical alignment," he muttered, barely noticing he had spoken aloud.

The system wasn't just a tool, it had a conscience—or at least, a semblance of one. Through what seemed to be an endless loop of testing scenarios, the AI adjusted its behaviour, learning to navigate moral dilemmas without compromising its function. The elegance of it made him uneasy. "It's not just programmed—it's evolving based on the path you set it to."

As his eyes moved to the peripheral designs, he saw how the AI communicated with its users. A shimmering image hovered in the air—a projection of someone manipulating data with hand gestures.

No screens, no keyboards, just a fluid interaction between man and machine. It was surreal. "Holographic interfaces," he realized. "Making the impossible look effortless."

Further along, another diagram caught his attention. This one was less about capability and more about resilience. The pathways in the neural structure branched out, rerouted, and reconnected as if alive. The more he stared, the more it resembled the roots of a tree repairing itself after damage.

"Self-healing," Noah thought, a mixture of amazement and unease brewing in his chest. "Even if someone tries to break it, it just fixes itself. This thing wasn't built to fail."

He sat back, exhaling deeply. The blueprint's implications sat over him like a thick fog. It wasn't just advanced—it was revolutionary, something born from an intelligent mind that no human could compare to. Yet, he had understood just enough to see its potential.

"If this AI ever gets deployed, it could change everything," he murmured, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "And if I command it... I'll change everything."

Noah carefully closed the holographic projection and stored the blueprint back in his inventory.

Noah decided to sleep, setting aside the consequences of the blueprint for another day. The bed was cool and inviting as he lay back, and within moments, his eyes closed, and sleep claimed him.

The next morning arrived with the golden rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. Noah stirred awake, his body refreshed.

After completing his usual routine—a quick workout, a shower, and some quiet moments to clear his thoughts—he headed downstairs.

"Morning, sweetheart," his mom called out as he walked in. She was busy flipping pancakes, her movements as smooth and graceful as ever. "I was about to tell Emily to wake you up, but you're already here."

"Morning, Mom," Noah said, his voice light. He glanced at the table where David was sipping his tea and reading the newspaper.

"Morning, Dad. Morning, Em," Noah greeted as he sat down at his usual spot.

"Morning, Noah," David replied, his eyes lifting briefly from the paper before going back to the article he was reading.

Emily looked up and waved a marker in the air, grinning. "Morning, big bro! Look what I'm making!"

Noah leaned over to see her drawing—a bright, cartoonish rendition of their family in a pool. Above the drawing, in large, wobbly letters, were the words, "Best Family Ever."

"That's an amazing drawing, Em," Noah said with a chuckle. "Did you dream about that pool too?"

Emily's face turned to shock as she looked at Noah.

"How did you know that?" She asked, as her mouth opened wide.

Hearing her reply, the family chuckled before they started eating.