Roze, now 15, stepped into Diandrik town, his eyes scanning the bustling streets. He had left his painful past behind, determined to forge a new life. His first stop was a hotel, where he checked in for the night, eager to experience the luxury of a bed.
As he entered his room, Roze's gaze fell upon the plush bed, and he couldn't resist. With a joyful whoop, he leaped onto the mattress, feeling the softness envelop him. For the first time in his life, he slept on a bed, rather than the cold, hard floor.
As he settled in, Roze's thoughts turned to pleasure. He stripped off his pants and began to explore his body, discovering new sensations. His eyes closed, and a contented sigh escaped his lips as he drifted into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning, Roze woke feeling refreshed and energized. He headed to the inn for breakfast, where the aroma of freshly baked bread and roasting meats filled his senses. As he ate, he overheard whispers about the Diandrik Magic Institute's open enrollment.
Intrigued, Roze rushed to the institute, his assassin's instincts telling him that magical prowess would amplify his skills. Upon arrival, he saw the admission process underway.
Roze approached the office, his determination palpable. A teacher greeted him, explaining the performance test.
"Touch the magic ball, young man. It will reveal your magic attribute power level."
Roze's fingers made contact with the glowing orb. The teacher's eyes widened as the results appeared.
"8 out of 10! Impressive! And you mentioned dagger skills, too? So what is your full name?"
Roze's gaze locked onto the teacher. "I'm Roze Apocalypse."
The teacher's smile broadened. "Welcome to Diandrik Magic Institute, Roze. Your unique blend of skills will serve you well here."