[Escape (Insignia)

Effect: User meets the conditions to exit the dungeon one time.

Class: F]

The Escape insignia had been embedded into the same place that the previous Revival Insignia had been. I moved to the entrance room door and wedged an empty food can to keep the door open. I hadn’t recovered enough to break the door yet. Now I could escape when the mutts poured in from the two doors in the entrance room. 

As long as I settled here, I could maintain my life. My smile became bitter. The System had toyed with us with that tiny insignia, and it always had been like this. The contents of the boxes were random as it could be either a blessing or a curse. Good out of evil? That was bullshit. The phrase ‘the irony of fate’ was more suitable to describe the boxes, as blessings could easily become misfortune and vice versa. 

I had stayed away...