Jake's expression darkened. "What a way to kill the mood. My affection level just dropped by 10%.""Deduct it if you want. No matter how it changes, it still counts toward my score," I thought.As my progress crept back up toward 90%, Jake became stingy again. "Your score climbed too quickly before. I'll have to ration it now. If it rises too fast, you might get too full of yourself."Even after I cooked him more than a dozen dishes, I only got a 0.3% increase. My face flushed. "Jakey, last time I cooked, you raised my score by 8%—""You know the concept of diminishing marginal utility, right?" Jake replied boldly. "It's like coffee. The first cup perks you up, but by the third or fourth, it barely does anything.""But—""Don't try to persuade me otherwise," Jake interrupted lazily. "The rules are mine. Besides, you're a transmigrator navigating this game. Shouldn't you want to put in the effort for me?"From that day forward, a single chore raised my score by just 0.1%, a bowl
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