I continued to chase this profile that was like pure white lighting. As the spikes of the boots ground on the pavement scattered sparks about, I turned east and finally rushed into the round plaza in front of me. There, an unbelievable scene laid before me. On the north side of the plaza, there was a towering stone building that looked like a church. A rope was dangling down from the display window in the middle of the second floor, and at the front end of a loop —— a man was dangling there. That was not an NPC. Perhaps that guy had just came back from hunting since he had full plate armor with a large helmet on him. The rope was sinking into the armor on the neck, but the players gathered at the plaza weren’t screaming in fear for this reason. In this world, there’s no such thing as dying from suffocation with the use of a rope- type item. The source of fear for everyone was what stabbed deeply into the man’s chest, a black short spear. The guy had both hands grabbed onto the grip of the spear as his mouth opened and closed. During this time, the wound on his chest continued to give out a red flash effect like that spilling blood and as it kept flickering. In other words, at this moment, the man’s HP was decreasing bit by bit. It was the «Pierce DoT» trait that only a few of the piercing weapons had.