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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 crouched over the fresh kill of the wolf beneath him, the raw flesh still steaming from the cold, but something felt wrong. His fingers dug into the meat, tearing at sinew and muscle, but the satisfaction that once accompanied the act of feeding was absent. It was the soul he was a soul eater now he understood it now. So he would eat the core of the wolf maybe that would sustain him,

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His body had a positive and negative reaction. He threw up the soul core but he felt full for the first time in a long time. Maybe there was a specific type of soul he needed to eat in order to stay full?

What he did was note that the creatures that resembled wolves are not the species he could feed on for fulfillment. Other than for fulfillment, eating regular meat gives him a measurable increase in ability control and the amount of soul energy he uses within the next twenty four hours will decrease.

This was an unexpected benefit of needing to strictly eat meat. He tried to eat the grass and he threw it back up. He doesn't know about fruits and he wasn't trying to trip out on mushrooms so his only option was meat.

Also something he hasn't considered is that he can eat raw meat and not get sick. No way not a single creature he killed and ate hadn't had something yet he remained completely unfazed. With this knowledge he can comfortably say that his stomach and immune system were inhuman.

If he could, he'd have someone do an x-ray scan on his body to see how his physique has changed, being dead and all.

He was a dead person needing to feed on living people! He smiled softly he was a fucking zombie! Now that. That is something to laugh about.

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He had already consumed the souls of beasts, of creatures not human. But it was becoming clearer to him now: his body was no longer satisfied with mere animals. There was something else it craved. It wanted more.

He could feel it deep within him, that terrible craving. He'd tasted the human soul once before, and now the hunger was back, darker than before. It wasn't just the pull of survival anymore—it was a desire. A need. His soul screamed for it.

He shook his head, trying to push the thought away. No, not again. He could never go back to that.

But the thought lingered, and with it came the smell—something rich, something tempting. The smell of human flesh. It was a scent that brought a sharp pang in his chest, making his stomach clench with an unnatural yearning. It was enough to drive him mad.

The monster inside him was waking up again.

His hands trembled as he pressed them to his face, trying to fight the temptation. No. He wasn't like this. He couldn't be. But deep down, part of him wondered if he could fight it. Or if this was just what he was destined to become—a soulless creature, trapped in an endless cycle of hunger.

The wind howled through the desolate landscape, carrying with it a faint, almost sweet smell. It was a scent he knew all too well now. The scent of life.

Without thinking, he took off running, his body moving on instinct, driven by the hunger that had taken root deep within him. He didn't know what he was chasing. He didn't care. All he knew was that something out there—someone—could finally fill the emptiness inside him.

And for the first time in a long while, William wasn't sure if he wanted to stop.

Chapter Thirteen: Death to the wicked