Noah finished the last bite of his meal, savouring the rich flavours before setting down his fork. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of calm settle over him.
It wasn’t often that he allowed himself moments like this, but today felt different.
His eyes drifted to the glowing system screen floating in front of him.
[Estimated Time:6 minutes… 5 minutes… 4 minutes…]
The countdown was almost over. Whatever this upgrade was, it had been building for hours.
Now, the final seconds were ticking away like the calm before a storm.
[3… 2… 1…]
[Ding! Ultimate Choice System has upgraded!]
The familiar sound of the system’s notification echoed in Noah’s mind, the voice as neutral and detached as ever.
But this time, something about it felt heavier, more significant. The words began to appear, each one carrying weight beyond their usual cryptic promises.
[New Functions!]
Noah straightened in his chair, his full attention locked on the screen.
[Ultimate Choice Unlocked! The host must make a choice in 60 seconds]
Two options flashed before him, their meaning sinking into his mind almost instantly.
Option 1: Reach the pinnacle of power and status. You have 5 years to do so.
[Reward: Directly proportional to Completion Time.]
Option 2: Live a peaceful life without worries. You will die without regrets.
[Reward: Advanced Skill & System is removed]
Noah stared at the two options, his expression shifting from curiosity to something darker, something thoughtful.
His brow furrowed as he leaned forward, elbows on the table, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His mind began to race, analyzing the choices laid out before him.
“Two choices?” he thought, his lips twitching into a faint, wry smile.
“No. The system only gave me one choice this time.”
Theoretically, there were two options staring back at him on the screen, but in reality, there was only one Noah could ever truly consider.
Option 2 was absurd.
“A peaceful life without worries? Dying without regrets?” Noah almost laughed at the simplicity of it, at the idea that he could live a mundane existence where nothing exciting or unpredictable happened, where everything was known and laid out before him.
What was the fun of that? What was the challenge?
“Die without regrets…?” Noah repeated the words in his head, almost tasting their emptiness.
“Live a peaceful life? What’s the point of living if there’s no excitement, no risk, no ambition?”
His mind wandered to the idea of what a “peaceful” life might mean. It sounded like the kind of life people without vision craved, the kind of life where nothing happened—no conflict, no struggle.
It was like offering someone immortality but telling them they had to spend it inside a cage, watching the world pass by without ever touching it.
Noah’s smile widened, becoming a thin line of disdain. “A peaceful life…” he mused, shaking his head slightly. “That’s just a fancy way of saying ‘boring’.”
He could practically feel his blood cooling at the thought.
And then there was the other part.
The system would become dormant. Dormant? Gone from his life forever, like it never existed.
Who in their right mind would willingly remove a tool as powerful as the system from their life?
“Absolutely not,” Noah thought, dismissing the second option as if it were a joke.
He turned his attention to Option 1, the real choice.
Option 1: Reach the pinnacle of power and status. You have 5 years to do so.
[Reward: Directly proportional to Completion Time.]
There was no immediate reward, no promise of instant gratification, but the allure was undeniable.
It was a challenge. A mystery. For the first time, the system had given him something that wasn’t straightforward.
The reward was undefined—immense, but unknown. Noah’s fingers drummed lightly on the table, his mind working through the implications.
He could feel the thrill building inside him, a deep, primal hunger for something greater.
The unknown reward at the end only made it more enticing. Noah was the kind of man who thrived on uncertainty, who revelled in the game of outsmarting his enemies, outplaying everyone around him.
“This system knows me well,” Noah thought with a dark grin. “It knows exactly what I want.”
He had tried to settle for mediocrity, but it was simply impossible—it went against his very nature.
The desire for control, the thrill of ambition. It was a huge part of him that he couldn’t discard.
No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, it always surged back, stronger than before.
As he stared at the options on the screen, a familiar sense of déjà vu washed over him.
He had seen this before, faced the same choice. And back then, he had chosen wrong.
He had chosen to try and live a peaceful life.
Noah remembered that time clearly, the days when he had manipulated himself into thinking that he could be content with simplicity.
That he could live without the rush of power or the pull of ambition. But it hadn’t worked. It hadn’t even lasted. It had eaten at him, gnawed away at his core until he was nothing but a hollow shell, trying to play a role that wasn’t his.
He had tried to keep a promise—a promise made to a girl who had believed in him.
“Noah, promise me you won’t do that again, okay?”
He had thought, just for a moment, that he could change. That he could put away the hunger, the monster that had always defined him. But that peaceful life she wanted for him? It had killed him from the inside.
Slowly. Day by day.
Noah couldn’t live that way. He couldn’t be that person, no matter how much she believed he could.
Now, standing here, looking at the options laid out before him again, he realized that the system had thrown down the gauntlet. It wasn’t offering handouts anymore, wasn’t dangling immediate rewards in front of him.
Instead, it had given him a choice that went beyond power—it was offering him a chance to rectify his past mistake.
It had given him the ultimate choice of becoming who he was meant to be.
“What’s wrong with monsters?” he muttered under his breath, the question hanging in the air, laced with a quiet amusement. The memory of her voice echoed in his mind—soft, full of hope. Hope that he had shattered.
But the world wasn’t filled with the hopeful, the kind-hearted and the naive. The real world, the one where power ruled, was a jungle filled with monsters.
Predators who thrived on control, manipulation, and strength.
“We live amongst monsters,” Noah said, his voice growing louder, more resolute. “So why the hypocrisy when it comes to me?”
He had been judged and told that he was different and dangerous.
But they all were. Every single one of them played the same games, just with different masks. The politicians, the corporate giants, even the ones who pretended to be good—they all fought for power in their own way.
They were all monsters, hiding behind a veneer of kindness. They were evil hidden behind a veil.
Noah had always understood what it took to survive in a world like this, a world that demanded control, manipulation, and sometimes cruelty.
Now, with the system by his side, he wouldn’t just survive—he would thrive. The path ahead was clear. He had made his choice, and there was no turning back.
“Reach the pinnacle of power and status, or die in mediocrity.” There was no in-between.
He had always known he was different—smarter, more capable, more ruthless when necessary. The system hadn’t changed him; it had simply unlocked the potential he had always known existed within him.
The peaceful life? That wasn’t for him.
He couldn’t pretend to be someone else any longer.
With a final glance at the screen, Noah’s smile turned into something darker, more determined. The choice was clear. There was only ever one path for him.
As Noah finalized his selection, choosing the path toward the pinnacle of power, a quiet but undeniable sense of familiarity washed over him—almost as if he’d made this decision before.
The weight of it settled into him, not as a new burden, but something long dormant, something he had always been meant to choose.
The thrill of it, the rush, it felt more than just exhilarating—it felt right. Yet, in the back of his mind, a subtle question lingered, unspoken.
Why does this feel like returning to something, rather than beginning it?
He shook the thought away, focusing on the future. But somewhere, deep within, the choice felt less like a step forward and more like a step back—back toward something that had always been his.
[Ding! Option Selected]
The sound of the system confirming his choice echoed through his mind, sharp and clear, like the crack of a starting pistol.
Noah felt a rush of adrenaline surge through him, his pulse quickening as the system processed his decision.
The countdown was over.
Noah stood up from his chair, stretching his arms as he felt the energy buzzing through him. The weight of that old promise, the peaceful life he had tried to live—it was gone now, lifted from his shoulders like a burden he no longer had to carry.
He didn’t need to pretend anymore. This was who he was—a man who thrived in the pursuit of power, who relished the challenge of reaching the top, no matter what stood in his way.
“Let the world see who I really am,” Noah thought, his smirk turning darker, more dangerous.
“Let them see what happens when a monster stops pretending to be human.”
In that moment, the pull toward the unknown reward, toward the chase of power, felt like a return to a forgotten truth—a part of himself that had always been waiting.
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