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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 woke to the scent of fresh bread.

For a moment, he forgot where he was. The warmth of thick blankets, the distant chatter outside, the lazy crackling of embers in the fireplace—it all felt too foreign, too soft. His body tensed on instinct, waiting for the cold, the hunger, the weight of survival to settle back in.

Instead, there was a knock on his door, followed by Levi's impatient voice.

"C'mon, you're gonna miss breakfast!"

William sighed, dragging himself up. The wooden floor was cool against his feet as he pulled on his coat, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. When he stepped outside his room, Mara was already setting the table, her usual exasperation softened by a knowing smile.

"Finally up, huh?" she teased, handing him a plate.

Elias just gave him a small nod from where he sat, already sipping his morning tea. Levi, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with energy.

"Hurry up, we got a lot to do today!" the boy said through a mouthful of food. "The festival's in two days, and everyone's setting up. We gotta help."

Levi grinned. "Well, me and you. You're part of the town now, so that means you gotta help too."

The words settled deep in his chest, foreign but… not unwelcome.

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The entire town was in motion, buzzing with life in a way William had never seen before. Stalls were being decorated, banners strung across buildings, and the scent of roasting meat filled the air. People moved between tasks with easy familiarity, sharing laughs and playful banter.

And somehow, he was in the middle of it.

He helped hang lights, his strength making short work of lifting crates and setting up tables. He got pulled into a game of tag with a group of kids, their laughter ringing through the streets. An old man even stopped him to give him a piece of sweetbread, patting his shoulder like he was just another neighbor.

By midday, or the equivalent in a world without a sun he found himself at the town square, watching as Levi struggled to tie a ribbon around a wooden post.

"You're making it worse," William pointed out.

William sighed and crouched down. "Here. Let me."

Levi watched as he tied the knot with practiced ease. "You're really good at that."

"I used to help set up market stalls," William said before he could stop himself.

Levi just grinned. "Guess that makes you an expert."

Something in William's chest ached.

By evening, the town had settled. Lanterns cast a soft glow over the streets, and the smell of home-cooked meals filled the air. William sat by the fire with Mara, Elias, and Levi, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea.

Levi was already half-asleep, curled up against Mara's side. Elias sipped his tea, watching the fire with his usual calm.

Mara glanced at William, her gaze knowing. "You're thinking too much."

She smiled. "You've been looking over your shoulder all day, like you're waiting for something to go wrong."

William hesitated. She wasn't wrong.

"I just…" He exhaled, staring into the flames. "This place is good."

She didn't deny it. Instead, she placed a hand on his. "That doesn't mean you can't enjoy it while it's here."

William swallowed. He wanted to believe that.

For just one night, he let himself try.

Chapter 17: A Perfect Day