As the skirmish unfolded, Sofia moved with a fluid grace, effortlessly sidestepping each lethal maneuver aimed her way by the two seasoned bodyguards.

Their disbelief was palpable as they watched the young woman outmaneuver them at every turn. Despite their training and experience, they found themselves outmatched by Sofia's uncanny agility and precision.

Indeed, Sofia's display of combat prowess left the bodyguards in a state of dismay. Despite their prior training and respectable rank within the saber camp, they were no match for her.

The realization of their inferiority only deepened their sense of unease as they struggled to comprehend how a seemingly ordinary woman could possess such extraordinary skills.

Their thoughts were abruptly interrupted as Sofia swiftly brought an end to their futile resistance with a single, decisive strike. The finality of her actions left no room for doubt; Sofia was not to be trifled with.

Sofia's code of conduct was as clear as it was unforgiving: cross her at your own peril. Her motto was simple yet chillingly effective – provoke her, and you would meet your demise. It was a stark warning to anyone foolish enough to challenge her authority or threaten her life.

Indeed, Sofia's reputation preceded her, earning her the moniker of a female devil within the time travel agency. Her penchant for vengeance was legendary, and her enemies learned to fear the consequences of crossing paths with her.

Yet, beneath her steely exterior lay a complex web of motivations and emotions. While Sofia may have been perceived as ruthless and unforgiving, her actions were often driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and a desire to protect herself and those she cared about.

In the cutthroat world of time travel and espionage, Sofia had learned the hard way that survival often meant being willing to do whatever it took to stay one step ahead of her adversaries. And if that meant embracing her reputation as a devil incarnate, then so be it.

After the skirmish, Sofia suddenly felt her physical strength wane. "Tch, this body's physical resilience is lacking,

" she mused. "Dealing with two inept adversaries shouldn't have taken such a toll." Yet, her weakness wasn't solely due to her physical state.

Sofia had discovered yesterday that she had been injected with cold poison since birth. This poison wouldn't harm her but would render her more sensitive, fostering negative thoughts and ensuring a mediocre existence.

Eventually, she'd succumb to a seemingly natural death at the age of 20. It was a sinister plot, likely stemming from the conspiracy surrounding the swapping of infants.

Someone had gone to great lengths to ensure Sofia's obscure life, even resorting to rare and potent poison. However, finding an antidote wasn't daunting for Sofia; she was the daughter of a divine doctor and had inherited her father's skills in one of the previous worlds where she travelled .

There was only one rare herb missing to concoct the antidote: the purple star flower.

Despite her hacking prowess, Sofia couldn't locate information about this elusive herb online.

Determined, she set off for the black market to procure information. Before advancing, she paused. "Shouldn't I express gratitude to Christ Roy?" she murmured coldly.

Retrieving the bodyguards' phones, she unlocked one and sent a message to a contact saved as "Master." "Thank you for the gift, Christ Roy," she wrote. "I've received the present you sent to your savior. I felt obliged to reciprocate for our first encounter, so these bodies serve as my return gifts. I trust you'll be delighted to receive them from your adored savior." With that, Sofia swiftly departed the alley,

With determined strides, Sofia made her way towards the reception area of the clandestine black market, where she intended to enlist the services of those with connections to the underworld.

The dimly lit corridors and the hushed conversations filled the black market.

Arriving at the reception desk, she approached with an air of authority, her demeanor commanding attention.

As she engaged with the receptionist, Sofia outlined her mission with precision: to procure any information available on the elusive purple star flower, a rare herb rumored to hold the key to neutralizing the cold poison coursing through her veins. Offering a substantial reward of 100 million, she emphasized the importance of swift and accurate intelligence.

Every word was calculated, every gesture deliberate, as she conveyed the gravity of her request.

Once the task was formally set in motion, Sofia left the murky depths of the black market behind, her mind already racing with plans and contingencies.