Ultimate Choice System: I Became The Richest!

Noah turned, leaving the jungle behind as he headed toward his team.

Through Advanced Clairvoyance, he could already see them stationed at the helipad—a short distance away, perched on elevated ground, where the extraction chopper had landed.

They were on full alert, weapons aimed outward, their stances tight and defensive.

They were expecting an ambush.

Even as Noah approached, their fingers remained on their triggers, their eyes sweeping the surrounding terrain.

Then, a voice crackled through his earpiece, sharp and professional.

“Captain? We are ready to take off. Over.”

Noah pressed the communicator.

“I will arrive shortly. Over.”

He kept moving, his pace calm, as the cool night air wrapped around him.

The jungle was silent now.

The chaos of battle had passed, leaving behind only the scattered corpses of the men who had dared to step foot on this mission.

By the time he arrived at the helipad, his team still had their weapons raised, covering every angle, their expressions grim and dead serious.

Even when they spotted him, they didn’t lower their guard.

They weren’t worried about him.

They were worried about who might be following.

Noah smirked. They wouldn’t need to be.

“Boss, come over quickly,” Anderson called, his rifle still aimed toward the trees. “I got your flank.”

Noah walked past him, his hands loose at his sides. “Easy. Relax.”

Anderson frowned. “We still don’t know if—”

“They’re all dead.”

A beat of silence.

Theo narrowed his eyes, his rifle shifting slightly. “All dead?”

“Yes,” Noah said, matter-of-factly. “I killed them when they tried to enter. There were about nineteen of them”

The four soldiers exchanged glances, disbelief flickering across their faces.

The team didn’t respond immediately.

Because what could they even say?

While they had been focusing on securing the scientist, while they had been protecting their target with their lives, Noah had been…

Annihilating the entire enemy force.

Solo.

Natasha exhaled slowly, lowering her rifle for the first time as she let out a disbelieving chuckle.

“You’re messing with us, right?” she asked, though there was no humor in her tone. Although, she clearly believed him, she still couldn’t believe it at the same time.

Noah simply looked at her. Unblinking. Unbothered.

And that was the moment she realized—

He wasn’t lying.

She glanced at Anderson, then at Nathan and Theo. The same thought ran through all of their heads.

He actually did it.

Anderson huffed, shaking his head as he slung his rifle over his shoulder. “Tch. Should’ve expected it. Our Captain’s a damn monster.”

Nathan crossed his arms, still struggling to believe what he was hearing. “I thought we were rushing to extract because we were in danger. Turns out, Noah already handled everything before we even knew what was happening.”

Theo whistled low, running a hand over his buzzed hair. “This is why I never bet against you, Boss.”

Natasha wasn’t smiling.

She was staring at Noah—really staring.

“You killed nineteen people,” she repeated, voice lower now. “And you’re standing here like you just took a casual walk.”

Noah met her gaze, his tone steady. “Because for me, that’s exactly what it was.”

Another beat of silence.

Then Anderson let out a dry laugh. “See? Monster.”

The scientist, who had been quiet this whole time, finally spoke up from inside the chopper. His face was pale, his hands slightly shaking. He had already been terrified of the assassins. But now, after hearing what Noah had just said—

He was even more terrified of their protector.

And he wasn’t alone.

The helicopter pilot, who had overheard the entire conversation through the radio system, gulped audibly.

“Uh… So, uh… Are we leaving now?” the pilot asked, hesitantly.

“Yes.” Noah climbed into the chopper, gesturing for the others. “Load up.”

No one questioned him.

They moved immediately, their boots thudding against the metal as they boarded.

The helicopter rumbled as it lifted off the ground, the rhythmic whomp-whomp-whomp of the rotor blades filling the night sky. The city lights twinkled in the distance, but inside the chopper, the atmosphere was thick with exhaustion and unspoken thoughts.

Natasha’s sharp eyes flicked to Noah, who sat calmly beside the scientist—completely at ease, as if he hadn’t just wiped out an entire assassination unit on his own.

Across from them, the scientist was hunched over his laptop, furiously typing, his brows furrowed in frustration.

His mind was elsewhere. Not on the mission, not on the assassins who had nearly killed him—but on his work.

His fingers tapped erratically against the keyboard, his lips moving in barely audible murmurs. He barely acknowledged the presence of the heavily armed soldiers around him.

“Damn it… why am I stuck at this?” he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting across lines of code, diagrams flashing on his screen.

The tension in his shoulders was visible. His pupils moved rapidly, scanning his formulas, his algorithms—everything should work. The theory made sense.

But something was missing.

“What the hell is the missing link?!” he gritted out, rubbing his temple in frustration.

Noah, seated beside him, casually side-glanced at the screen.

At a single glance, he understood exactly what the problem was.

And he almost chuckled.

For someone so brilliant, the scientist was overcomplicating things.

Noah leaned back slightly and said, his voice unbothered, “Maybe you should integrate a recursive self-learning subroutine instead of using a static behavioral model. That way, your AI won’t just process data—it’ll create new analytical pathways on its own, adapting organically rather than following preset patterns.”

Silence.

The scientist’s fingers froze over the keyboard.

Slowly—very slowly—he turned his head toward Noah, his eyes wide with shock.

“…What did you just say?” His voice was barely a whisper.

Noah didn’t look at him. He was already gazing out the window, his expression unreadable.

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“Are you… are you also a scientist?!”

Noah tilted his head slightly, as if considering the question.

“Sort of.”

Natasha, watching the exchange, felt a rare flicker of disbelief.

Her Captain—a military specialist, a ghost on the battlefield, someone who single-handedly wiped out a squad of elite assassins—was now casually solving advanced AI computational problems?

Her mind struggled to process the absurdity of it.

The scientist, on the other hand, wasn’t struggling at all.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, inputting Noah’s suggestion at lightning speed. Lines of code shifted, adapted, reconfigured.

The screen flashed green.

No errors.

Then—

The program executed perfectly.

A soft beep rang through the chopper’s interior as his AI system finally compiled without fault.

His mouth fell open.

“It worked… It worked!” he gasped, his voice trembling with awe. His eyes snapped back to Noah. “You—You’re a genius!”

Noah didn’t respond.

Didn’t even look at him.

He just stared out the window, completely unaffected.

The scientist was still processing what had happened, his brain caught between disbelief and admiration.

How had this soldier—this young soldier, who had no reason to understand this level of science—just casually solved a problem that had stumped him for months?

And why did it feel like it was nothing to him?

Natasha studied Noah’s profile, her Captain knew how to kill with inhuman precision.

Now, she was beginning to think that maybe—just maybe—he knew how to do everything.