Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Total estimated cost: $4,850, including accommodations, meals, and travel."

Caroline stared, completely dumbfounded. "It planned all that in seconds?"

David smirked. "I told you it's more than just a phone."

Noah crossed his arms. "Now imagine what it can do for businesses—analyzing markets, predicting trends, managing finances. This AI is light-years ahead of anything currently available."

Caroline slumped into a chair, shaking her head. "Noah… this is unbelievable. You really did this?"

"From scratch," Noah said proudly. "That's how I made enough money to buy shares in the hotel. And trust me, this is just the beginning."

Emily, who had been listening from the hallway, ran in with excitement. "Can I play with the hologram lady?"

The AI turned to Emily and waved. "Hello, Emily. It's nice to see you again."

Caroline laughed finally relaxing, after Noah explained everything.

...

As his family packed up, the system notification rang.

[Ultimate Choice System has been activated!]

Noah's eyes sharpened as he read the choices presented to him.

[Option 1: Travel with your family and enjoy the small vacation.]

[Reward: RayAir 51% Shares]

[Option 2: Decline the offer]

[Reward: I Am Boring Shirt]

Noah let out a soft chuckle. "As if there's even a choice," he muttered, selecting Option 1 without hesitation.

Moments later, another notification appeared:

[Congratulations! You now own 51% of RayAir. Estimated market value: $12.5 billion.]

Noah's calm demeanour didn't change much.

RayAir was one of the largest airlines in the world. Owning a controlling stake opened up an entirely new industry for him to explore.

As his family bustled around their apartment, Noah casually packed a small bag with a few items of clothing he'd left at his parents' house. It wasn't much—a couple of T-shirts, a hoodie, some pants, and a suit.

Caroline walked past him with a raised brow. "Is that all you're bringing, Noah?"

Noah shrugged. "It's enough. If I need anything else, I'll just buy it in London."

Caroline sighed. "You and your nonchalant attitude. Fine, but don't go spending too much money on unnecessary things."

David strolled into the room, holding up his phone. "Alright, I booked us tickets with RayAir. The flight leaves in three hours, so we should head out soon."

Hearing the name of the airline, Noah's lips quirked into an amused smile.

"What's so funny?" David asked, noticing the expression.

"Nothing, just remembering something," Noah replied smoothly.

Emily appeared with her little pink suitcase, looking as excited as ever. "RayAir? Are they the ones with the cute little airplane mascots on their safety videos?"

David chuckled. "Yeah, that's them."

"Then it's the best airline ever!" Emily declared confidently, skipping toward the door.

The family arrived at the bustling airport, rolling their luggage behind them.

While Caroline and David sorted out the check-in process, Noah leaned against a pillar near the terminal, his attention fixed on his phone.

The device displayed the contact details of RayAir's highest-ranking executives—a perk of his newly acquired majority ownership. Without hesitation, he dialed the number of Sebastian, the executive director.

The phone rang only once before a voice answered, polite and formal. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Noah Thompson," Noah said smoothly. "The new acquirer of the 51% shares of RayAir."

There was a beat of silence on the other end, followed by a sudden shift in tone. "Mr. Thompson! It's an honor to hear from you, sir. Congratulations on your acquisition!"

The voice was now tinged with a mix of respect and nervous energy. "How can I assist you today? I will call a directors' meeting immediately if you require it!"

"No need for a meeting," Noah replied, his tone calm but firm. "I need a small favour."

"Of course, sir. Whatever you need, just let me know!"

Noah's lips curved into a faint smile. "I want four tickets adjusted. They're under the names Caroline Thompson, David Thompson, Emily Thompson, and Noah Thompson. Change them from commercial to business class, and make sure the seats are close to each other. I want the best ones available."

"Consider it done, sir," Sebastian replied without hesitation. "I will notify the relevant departments right away."

"One more thing," Noah added, his voice steady. "Label the change as a giveaway or something along those lines. I don't want any unnecessary questions raised."

"Understood, Mr. Thompson. The adjustments will be made within the next few minutes," Sebastian assured, his tone unwavering. He knew that Noah wasn't asking for a favour, despite the polite phrasing—it was an order.

"Good," Noah said simply, ending the call.

On the other side of the line, Sebastian sat frozen in his high-backed chair, the phone still pressed to his ear. His mind reeled as he tried to process the sheer audacity of what had just happened.

The purchase of the RayAir shares had only been finalized mere hours ago, and the method of acquisition had already sent shockwaves through the industry. It wasn't just the fact that someone had acquired 51% of RayAir—a stake worth $13 billion—it was the way it had been done. The shares had been snapped up all at once, in a single synchronized transaction, paid entirely in liquid assets.

Thirteen billion dollars, transferred in full within seconds.

Sebastian swallowed hard. The number was staggering. Even among the wealthiest elite, having that kind of cash readily available was nearly unheard of. He had spent his career rubbing shoulders with billionaires, but this? This was on another level.

"Who is this guy?" Sebastian muttered under his breath, his eyes darting to the company profile of Noah Thompson on his screen.

At just 19 years old, he had the power to single-handedly shape one of the world's most profitable airlines.

Then there was the request itself—so mundane, so casual, and yet it carried a weight that made Sebastian's heart race.

"The first order he gives me is to upgrade a few tickets from commercial to business class?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Is this some kind of joke?"

But the tone Noah had used...no, this was no joke. It wasn't even a request—it was a command, lightly wrapped in politeness. There was no doubt in Sebastian's mind that failing to carry it out wasn't an option.

He sprang into action, snapping orders to his assistant and the operations team. "Contact passenger services immediately! Change those tickets to business class—top-tier seats. And make sure they're flagged as a special giveaway. I want this handled now!"

In the RayAir offices, a flurry of activity erupted as teams scrambled to fulfill the directive. Emails were sent, phone calls were made, and within moments, the department heads were on high alert.

"Why are we rushing for four tickets?" one confused team member asked.

"Because," Sebastian said, his voice cutting through the air like a whip, "the man who owns more than half of this airline wants it done. That's why."

Meanwhile, Noah strolled back to where his family stood at the airport terminal. Caroline turned, her expression shifting from mild annoyance to curiosity as she noticed his relaxed demeanour.

"There you are," she said. "Come on, Noah, we need to queue up."

Noah nodded, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Emily noticed immediately. Her small, cute eyes narrowed, and she tugged on his hand as they walked.

"Brother," she whispered, her voice laced with suspicion. "You're plotting something, aren't you?"