You're a demon!

The man wasted no time and jumped out of the ambulance, surprising Alan as he tried to chase after him "Ah! Wait!"

The two-phased out of the ambulance and Alan nearly lost his balance from jumping out, landing on the solid road while Brock descended onto the ground like a feather, looking at Alan, horrified.

"S-Stay away from me, demon!!!" Brock shouted as he slowly stepped away.

Alan was at a loss for words and just raised both his hands, making Brock clench his fists. "Wow, calm down. I am not a demon." Alan gently spoke to Brock, hoping to calm him down.

However, in Brock's perspective of Alan's words, it sounded horrifying and demonic as each sound he made his body trembled with fear "Ah! Demon! I have done nothing wrong, go away!" Brock said as he moved further away, with Alan stepping forward.

'The hell? Do I look that bad!?' Alan was vexed at the man's fear of him and he felt a little offended 'I know I'm a skeleton but geez, I can't be that ugly and terrifying!'

"I am not a demon, I am a Grim Reaper," Alan spoke slowly.

Now Brock wanted to shit his pants, to him, Alan's voice was deep and frightening. Brock could have sworn he saw Alan giving a grimacing smile at the end of his sentence. It felt horrible "I-I'm going to die! Y-you're going to kill me!"

'????'

Alan didn't understand where the man got such thinking from 'Didn't he see his dead body in the ambulance?' He could have sworn the man did 'Why would you think I am here to kill you when you're already dead?' Alan wondered in confusion.

''You're already dead," Alan said, trying to clear up the confusion.

Brock's feet felt numb as it trembled "N-no, I-I am st-still here! D-Don't tell me, y-you already killed me!"

Brock was going crazy from Alan's overbearing presence.

"Y-you, you 're the one that crashed the car on me!" Brock shouted as he quickened his steps back with his hands in front, trying to shake off Alan as if he was a fly.

'...' Alan didn't know what to say to the man. He was throwing accusations left and right and now accused him of driving the car that he crashed too 'If you wore a helmet, maybe you would have survived, yet it's my fault now?' Something within Alan got sick of trying to reason with this man

"Think what you want. I never killed you, you died from yours and the other man's foolishness. However, now that you're dead, I must guide your soul." Alan spoke, his tone serious, as he looked at Brock.

"No! I am not dead! I-I still have so much to do! Go away, demon!" Brock shouted and ran for his life.

'Shit' Alan quickly used his Soul transfer skill.

[Soul Transfer Activated]

A dark blue beam released from his hand, straight at Brock's running back.

However, something strange happened as the beam travelled towards Brock.

It shattered like glass when it made contact.

'What!?'

[Soul Transfer is ineffective, Human Soul rejected completely]

'Rejected?' Alan had no time to think about the system message as he quickened his steps to try to stop Brock "Stop running!" 'I can't run with this body!' Alan shouted out but thought about the last part.

'He's getting too far! Think, Alan, think how to stop him!' Alan quickly pondered on what he had to do to stop the man and then a certain skill popped into his head, that's it!'

'Soul Bind!'

[Soul bind activated]

His hand glowed a dark blue colour, but no beam was shot out this time. Alan hoped this skill did as it was named, binding the man and preventing him from running away.

[Target is out of range]

…

'Dammit!' Alan dropped his hand, watching Brock get far out of sight.

Just like that, Alan let go of a human soul, something he needed for his monthly quota. He regretted trying to talk to the man for so long, he should have just used his skill immediately 'Dammit, if I used Soul bind first, I could have stopped him' He didn't know that Soul transfer would be ineffective against Brock, if he did, he would have used Soul Bind instead.

'Why did it not work…' From his time with Beth, he tried to use soul transfer on her, but was given the prompt that she resisted it completely. However, when he did it to a human soul, Alan was given the prompt that it was rejected.

'The system gave me two prompts with two different words. Rejected and resisted are completely different things. What qualities did that guy have to reject my skill while Beth only resisted.'

'Beth resisting my skill means I'm just too weak compared to her but if I get stronger, my skill would have a chance of affecting her. But that guy...he rejected it, meaning he denied my skill as a whole regardless of whether he was weaker or stronger than me. By the looks of it, I should be stronger than him, yet my skill was rendered useless...why?'

Alan pondered about it and tried to ask the system but its answer wasn't very useful.

[A human soul must be free from all attachments]

'What the hell does that mean!?'

Alan found the system answer to be very unhelpful.

*Sigh*

He signed and brought out his compass to hunt the rest of the mosquitoes. 'Hunting that guy down will be pointless,' Alan planned to finish his daily quota first, as it was more detrimental. He had an entire month to find twenty human souls in total, while only a day to find ten thousand mosquitoes and a hundred thousand larvae.

Time was not on Alan's side right now regarding his daily quota.

Luckily, the road the ambulance was driving had a lot of apartment complexes around, so it was quite easy to spot a bunch of mosquitoes inside.

Alan walked into an apartment that had a few mosquitoes and immediately left.

'People are too horny!'