The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

Slave B of Devonshire Camp had barely survived.

The other survivor who had been with him atop the bell tower on the outskirts of Benton had perished while being chased by the monsters.

"It's all because of that damn potion…!"

He had never imagined the potion would have such side effects.

Not Prince Lloyd, not Marquis Devonshire, not Devil, nor the survivor who had dragged him out—none of them could have predicted this.

The capital was already in shambles, but the potion they had spread had turned the disaster into something even worse.

Huff. Huff.

Slave B had witnessed it with his own eyes—the formation of the monster wave.

The smell.

The moment the monsters caught the scent of the potion, they went berserk. No, berserk wasn't even the right word.

Hadn't their bodies split from two to three as they multiplied?

With countless monsters chasing him, he had run as if his life depended on it. He turned a corner desperately, but to his horror, it was a dead end.

"Shit, shit."

He had only wanted to survive. How had things come to this?

KWAARRRK!

The monsters surged in from behind, all of them drawn to Slave B. His face turned deathly pale as he stumbled backward.

Splash—

Just then, something wet splattered down from above. A thick floral scent filled the air.

But Slave B had no time to wonder what it was—he was completely surrounded. There was no way out.

At that moment, a massive serpent-like monster slithered toward him, jaws widening to strike.

Clack.

A small pebble rolled across the ground from somewhere.

The monsters’ gazes snapped toward it all at once.

Even the serpent that had been poised to devour him turned its head, following the sound.

It was impossible. Monsters never turned away from prey right in front of them, let alone for something as insignificant as a pebble.

Yet, it was happening right before his eyes.

Clack.

This time, the pebble landed a little farther away. Instantly, the monsters surged toward the direction of the sound, shoving and pushing each other as they moved like a tidal wave.

Slave B had no time to process what was happening. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest as he gasped for breath.

"Hey."

A voice called down from above. It came from the emergency exit landing on the second floor of the adjacent building.

Looking up, he saw a woman with cherry-blossom pink hair.

She was holding a machine gun.@@novelbin@@