1 prologue -THE FIRST SENTENCES

THE FIRST SENTENCES:

 WHOSOEVER READS THE WEBNOVEL-BLOODY WEBTOON AND MENTIONS THE PHRASE BLOODY MARTHA OF WEBTOON SHALL EXPERIENCE A CURSE FROM BLOODY MARTA INVITING HER INTO YOUR HOME, AND YOU SHALL SURELY DIE.

WHOEVER SHALL STAND IN MARTA'S WAY TO PREVENT THE CURSE FROM TAKING EFFECT SHALL SURELY DIE BY MARTHA'S HANDS.

To my dear esteemed online readers, I, the author of this book, possessed, under the influence of bloody Martha's spells, the ability to write this novel and draw its webcomics for the reader's enjoyment. I am so sorry to announce to you that you have just been pulled into Bloody Martha's curse by reading the FIRST SENTENCES from a book that Bloody Martha designed to kill its reader in the space of twenty-four hours.

 This means the last 24 hours of your life. The battle for time and redemption for life begins now, the moment you read the first sentences. So use your time wisely to find the clues to the book as you read to the end, for your life depends on it.

THE FIRST SENTENCES- These were the innocent sentences powered by a spell curse that resulted in the deaths of ten million readers in a single night after reading my entire web novel, and as you read this entire story from my book, my dear online readers are already in grave danger of death as you partake in Martha's curse from reading the first sentences from the book. I tremble with great fear.

Everyone must be aware that millions whose 24 hours are up for reading my book- Bloody Webtoon, will perish this very night.

I have to warn "you," readers, that if you are currently reading this novel or the webcomics from any online platform right now, your life is NOW in GREAT DANGER. My Web novel's tales became reality.

Whoever reads this book, BLOODY WEBTOON—and mentions the first sentences—shall experience a curse at the risk of death, inviting bloody Martha into his or her home at the end of the novel, and shall surely die. However, there is still a chance, as I, the author, who is currently battling with my life on the line against Martha's powerful influences to kill my esteemed readers, surely have found a way out to save you without Martha's divine knowledge tweaking the story a bit.  You currently reading this. Listen attentively. There is still little time you can save. It all began with him.

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  I was barely ten years old when I first found myself engulfed by a sea of mournful faces, each bearing an expression etched with anguish, torment, and an overwhelming sense of despair amid a somber congregation. The black shroud covering the cemetery served as an appropriate background for the deep sorrow that engulfed my emotions.

 The environment appeared dark and pallid as if the heavy clouds overhead were bringing the weight of an approaching storm, casting a gloomy pallor upon the scene. My countenance reflected the depths of my grief, a hollow emptiness eating me. A torrent of emotions converged within me, manifesting as an unspoken language of distress, pain, and profound sadness.

 Amidst this emotional turmoil, a solitary teardrop traced a delicate path down my chin, descending upon the ground below. Every shimmering drop represented the depth of my grief and the severe loss I had experienced.

My mind turned to the woman who had loved me without asking for anything in return or placing any restrictions on it. She has always been a ray of sunshine and a source of love and support. I was even more upset over her absence today as I stood among the bereaved.

Pregnant clouds overhead appeared to mirror my sorrowful thoughts, perfectly embracing the melancholy ambiance. The picture perfectly captured the depths of my sorrow as I said goodbye to the person who had meant the world to me.

While bombarded by a billion weighty water droplets, I found myself in a moment that seemed perfectly suited for cleansing my soul from the vengeful atrocities I had committed. The concept of redemption from the cruelty I had inflicted upon others weighed heavily upon me, and I couldn't help but ponder the unforgiving nature of karma.

Each droplet felt like a reminder of the countless souls I had condemned to the depths of hell, their collective lamentations forming a deafening chorus of deathly verdicts against me. I knew that the fires of hell, fed by the agonized cries of people I had harmed, were waiting for me because my life had been tarnished by so many transgressions. 

I am known as Seo Jin Won in Korea, and my English name is Alexander Walker, With the moniker "Alex" for short, I gained the name of the progeny, the son of darkness, the devil's SON, and the war of the son! All began at the very beginning of age ten...