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One day, the entire world was transported into a game. Cities, landscapes, and even the sky itself were rewritten in glowing code, plunging humanity into a primal, untamed world where civilization had never existed. Towering forests, endless mountains, and monstrous beasts roamed free—a land where magic was woven into nature itself.

Every human was infused with a power called Primis, the essence of strength and evolution.*
It allowed them to gain abilities, level up, and carve out a future in this dangerous world.
But the native creatures could smell it. They could taste it.

To them, humans were nothing more than walking resources—flesh and blood filled with power waiting to be devoured.

Then came the voice:

"You have entered the Genesis Game. Your class has been assigned."

Some were given the roles of Warriors, Mages, and Tamers.

Some were granted rare classes like Shadow Dancer or Beastbound Knight.
And then… there was you.

You weren’t given a normal class.

You weren’t given a choice.

Your title burned into existence in glowing red text:

[Class: Cannibal Lich King]


Warning: The romance in this novel there will be straight/gay and more it's not really relevant its just a sub plot. The main protagonist is not a straight white male it's in the synopsis.

Primal Genesis: A Dark Litrpg

William swallowed, though there was nothing left in his mouth to swallow. His tongue felt like sandpaper. "Max." His voice barely carried in the quiet. "What's the plan now?"

Max didn't answer right away. He sat with his head against the wall, eyes half-lidded, breath shallow. Finally, he exhaled through his nose. "Same as yesterday. Same as the day before."

William let out a weak laugh. "Right. Sit here and rot."

Max's fingers twitched around his spear. "You got a better idea?"

"No." William closed his eyes. "I keep trying to think of one, but my brain's stopped working. Just feels… empty."

Max was silent for a long time. "Yeah."

William forced his eyes open, staring at the uneven rock above them. "How long do you think it takes to starve to death?"

Max shifted. "Longer than this, apparently."

William let his head loll to the side. "Do you think anyone's looking for us?"

William laughed again, weaker this time. "Yeah. Me neither."

Another long silence. The sound of dripping water filled the space between them.

"I keep dreaming about food," Max muttered suddenly. "Not even good food. Just… bread. The way it smells when it's fresh. Soft. Warm." His fingers curled slightly. "I swear I can taste it sometimes."

William groaned. "Don't do that to me."

William shivered. The cold had been manageable at first, but now it was burrowing into his bones. Or maybe that was just the lack of energy.

"…Do you think we'll make it?" His voice was quiet.

Max didn't answer right away. When he did, his voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't know."

William shut his eyes again. He didn't either.

The voice slithered into their minds, smooth, patient, undeniable.

[You do know human flesh is still food.]

William's stomach twisted violently, though there was nothing left inside it to heave. His breath hitched. He turned his head, locking eyes with Max.

[You can consume the core and escape,] the voice continued, slow, deliberate, insidious. [But with no food, the core fusing into your soul will kill you.]

William's throat was dry as he forced out the question. "Why… why can't we eat it?"

The spell had warned them before, but it had never explained.

A pause. Then, the voice answered.

The words sent a slow chill down his spine.

Max let out a bitter laugh—hoarse, empty. "So what? If we eat it, we stop being human?"

[If you eat it, you will wish you had starved.]

Silence stretched between them, heavier than the cave itself. The words settled like a rot in William's gut. He tried to swallow the dryness in his throat.

Max shifted, his hands curling into weak fists. His face was unreadable—stone, like always—but his body trembled just enough for William to see it.

The core was still inside the Wendigo's corpse, untouched, waiting. It was their only way out.

William's mouth was dry. "Max." His voice barely carried.

Max exhaled shakily. His fingers twitched. He didn't look at William. "Don't."

William clenched his jaw. His limbs ached. His stomach screamed. The voice had fallen silent, but the weight of its words remained, pressing against them, whispering without speaking.

Chapter eight: Together still