Meanwhile, as Clay stood there with Borv's limp body still in his grasp, he gave the unconscious man a few light slaps across the face— not enough to injure him further, but enough to test whether there was any response— yet Borv remained completely still, his head lolling to the side with each slap as if he had already left this world for a brief moment and had no intention of returning anytime soon.
"Wake up."
Clay clicked his tongue, slightly annoyed.
"Hey. You still owe me something."
There was no response.
Clay paused for a moment, then his eyes flickered as if remembering something.
"System, can you wake him up?"
The answer came immediately.
Yes, but the host does not have sufficient pampering points.
Clay froze.
"What?"
His brows slowly knitted together.
"Pampering… points?"
The system replied in its usual calm tone.
