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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

"I can't, I just can't… I need help. Holy shit…" William spoke to himself he was alone again after trial and error he sent Wendigo back to his soul. Near him laid the corpse of a monster he killed. It was so easy. So so easy to kill it sickened him.

He cried and cried. He cried for the innocence lost. He wanted to go back to the safe zone; he didn't want these powers. His goals don't even really matter. Sure he'll never see the sun but he wouldn't have to deal with this! Now he has to fight. Fight to survive he was no better than a wild animal. He knew he couldn't go back; he was a man of his word.

He pressed his forehead to the ground, whispering prayers between ragged breaths.

"Forgive me… please… forgive me."

But no voice answered. No warmth embraced him.

He was an ugly disgusting creature undeserving of love. Someone who could not only kill but consume a fellow child of god. He was going to hell if this wasn't already hell. Maybe he died on his gaming chair. All that trash talking online finally caught up to him. He regretted it. He'd take it all back every insult every time he yelled at someone anything he harmed anything!

William trembled, his breath ragged as he clutched his arms. He had told himself he wasn't a monster. That he was still human. But was he?

The hunger inside him hadn't faded—it had only changed. It wasn't the gnawing emptiness of starvation anymore. It was something deeper, more insidious. A craving he couldn't name.

His fingers dug into his skin. He wanted to tear it off, to rip away the thing he had become. He had consumed something unholy. He had taken in power that wasn't his to wield.

This wasn't survival. This was damnation.

His knees hit the dirt, his shoulders shaking. He bowed his head, whispering prayers that felt hollow on his tongue. Words meant for the ears of a God who no longer listened.

"Please…" His voice cracked. "Tell me what to do. Tell me how to fix this."

The wind howled through the barren wasteland, carrying with it the scent of ash and rot. The Tower loomed in the far distance, barely more than a shadow on the horizon. Still so far away. Unreachable.

He wiped his face, his fingers coming away wet with tears. He was alone. Again.

And he had no one to blame but himself.

"Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.

Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me."

Chapter twelve: Pray for forgiveness