Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Adam turned fully toward Noah, his eyes searching. "I want you to become the captain of a special forces team. This isn't just any team—it's one that handles the most dangerous, critical missions in the country. Missions that decide the safety of millions. I believe you have what it takes to lead them."

Noah tilted his head slightly, his expression calm but curious. "A captain right off the bat? That's not exactly how the military works, Uncle Adam."

Adam nodded, acknowledging the point. "You're right, and I wouldn't make this offer lightly. But I've seen what you can do. I've spoken to people and reviewed the files, and I believe you're more than qualified. That said, there will be tests—rigorous ones. You'll have to prove yourself, not to me, but to the team you'll lead. They're seasoned professionals, and they don't take kindly to someone young stepping in without earning their respect."

A faint smirk played on Noah's lips. "And if they act rowdy?"

Adam allowed a small chuckle. "Then you do what you do best—sort them out."

[Ultimate Choice System has been activated!]

Option 1: Accept the role, and become the captain of the special forces team.

[Reward: Advanced Soldier-King Skill, Advanced Clairvoyance Skil]

Option 2: Reject the role.

[Reward: Intermediate Soldier-King Skill -> Basic Solider-King Skill.]

Looking at the options and the rewards, Noah chose option 1. Although he would have chose it regardless.

[Advanced Soldier-King Skill has been Rewarded!]

[Advanced Clairvoyance Skill has been Rewarded!]

As the skills assimilated in Noah's brain, Adam thought that Noah was thinking about it.

"Take your t-"

"I accept."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Adam straightened, a glimmer of approval in his eyes. "Good. I expected nothing less."

As Adam began outlining the next steps, Noah's mind was already racing. Inwardly, he allowed a faint smile to touch his thoughts. 'The next step is already in motion.'

The two stood on the balcony, their conversation marking the beginning of a new chapter in Noah's journey—one that would intertwine ambition, danger, and the pursuit of something far greater than personal success.

...

After staying at their house for a while, Noah bid the family goodnight. He shook hands with Adam and the old man, exchanging a knowing nod with both before stepping out into the brisk night.

Inside, the old man turned to Adam with a sharp gaze. "So, what did he say?"

Adam leaned against the wall, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "What do you think?"

The old man's eyebrows lifted slightly. "You're smiling like you've already won the lottery. Don't keep me waiting—did he accept?"

Adam nodded, his grin widening. "He did."

The old man let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Of course, he did. That kid doesn't back down from a challenge. He's the type to dive in headfirst because he knows he can swim better than anyone else in the room."

Adam smirked. "Exactly. Noah's not just another bright mind—he's a visionary. Someone like him isn't made to follow; he's made to lead."

The old man crossed his arms, his tone thoughtful but approving. "You're right, and we both know it. But someone like him? He's going to attract enemies, Adam. People who won't just dislike him—they'll fear him. And fear can make people dangerous."

"That's why we're here," Adam said firmly, his voice brimming with conviction. "To be the allies he can trust, the ones who were with him before the world even realized who he was. We're not just supporting him out of admiration or obligation—we're betting on him because we know he'll win."

The old man nodded, his gaze distant but resolute. "He has the intelligence, the courage, and the instincts to make it all happen."

Adam's eyes flickered with pride. "Exactly. That's why it's not just about us helping him—it's about becoming part of what he's building. Noah isn't just going to succeed; he's going to redefine success. If we stand with him now, we'll be one of his early supporters."

The old man chuckled softly, stroking his chin. "I realised that this man values loyalty, I can tell from the way he speaks, and carries himself."

Adam straightened, his expression sharpening. "Then we make sure we're the first ones in line to give it. He might not need us to push him forward, but having people he knows he can rely on will make a difference. And when the time comes, we'll be there to support him without question."

The old man leaned back in his chair, a rare glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good. Then let's not waste this opportunity."

Adam nodded, his resolve matching the old man's.

...

In the car, as the city lights blurred past, Noah's smirk widened, unrestrained and full of confidence. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel, a steady beat that matched the satisfaction coursing through him.

"I've played this perfectly," he muttered to himself, the words carrying both amusement and certainty. "A foothold in the military, and soon enough, a foundation so strong that even the largest waves won't shake it."

His mind wandered back to Adam and the old man. They were sharp, perceptive, and clearly eager to attach themselves to someone they deemed exceptional. It wasn't loyalty born from necessity but from vision.

They saw potential, the kind that could shape nations, and they wanted to ensure they were standing beside him when the time came.

"Smart move," Noah thought, his smirk deepening.

"They're not just trying to ally themselves with me—they're investing in me. And that's exactly what I want. It's not about having blind followers, they are useless. it's about cultivating allies who recognize my value and are willing to bet everything on me."

"I've shown them just enough," Noah mused. "A glimpse of what I'm capable of, enough to intrigue and earn their respect, but not so much that they see the whole picture. Let them think they're discovering a diamond in the rough. It only makes their trust and support more genuine."

His gaze flickered to the rearview mirror, his own reflection staring back at him with unwavering determination.

"The special forces team is the next step, a stage to showcase my abilities in a way no one can ignore. If Adam's offer was a test, then I'll make sure my performance leaves them with no doubt about who I am and what I can achieve."

He could already imagine the respect he'd command, the influence he'd gain—not just from Adam and the old man, but from the countless others who would see his rise.

The military wasn't just a stepping stone; it was a platform to cement his reputation and expand his reach.

"They think they're guiding me," Noah thought, his smirk shifting into something colder, more calculated.

"But they're simply setting the stage for my ascent. Adam and the old man have the right traits to become key players in my network, but they'll soon realize that I don't need them to pave the way. I only need them to follow the path I'm already carving."

As the car approached the gates of his mansion, Noah's eyes glinted with anticipation. The night might have been quiet, but his mind was anything but that.

Plans were forming, strategies aligning, and with every step, he was moving closer to the future he envisioned—a future where every piece, every person, fell perfectly into place under his control.