I've read up to chapter 8, and while the story isn't bad, there's something about it that makes me not want to continue reading it, and I can't tell what it is. Perhaps it's the impression that the story was generated by A.I. (which I don't know if it's true), but from what I've been playing with in generating the story and text by Arie, the Opera Browser A.I., I've noticed several details that are also in the story that would suggest the use of A.I., such as a heavy emphasis on mysteries, an emphasis on the protagonist being a good character, or sentences that, while grammatically and logically correct, seem odd, as if the human element is missing. And while I personally have nothing against artificial intelligence, and use it myself occasionally to draw inspiration on a topic, I'm unlikely to read further. I'll provide the text generated by A.I below for comparison: Create the story of the young magician Arthur.
Arthur, a name whispered with a mix of awe and trepidation in the magical circles of the realm, was a young mage of enigmatic origin. He possessed a power that seemed to defy categorization, a blend of arcane knowledge and raw, untamed magic that pulsed beneath his skin like a living thing. No one knew where he came from, or how he'd acquired his abilities. Some whispered of a forgotten lineage, of a bloodline that traced back to the very dawn of magic, while others claimed he was a child of the wild, born from the raw essence of the world itself.
Arthur’s earliest memories were fragmented, filled with flashes of swirling colors and whispers of ancient tongues. He remembered being raised in a secluded cottage nestled within a dense, ancient forest, his only companions the rustling leaves and the murmuring streams. His mentor, a wizened old woman with eyes that held the wisdom of centuries, taught him the fundamentals of magic, but she never spoke of his origins, only of his destiny.
Arthur, with his raw power and unwavering determination, was a force to be reckoned with. He became a beacon of hope for those seeking to fight the darkness, a symbol of resistance against the encroaching shadows. He knew his destiny was intertwined with the fate of the world, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The mystery of his origin remained, a haunting question that fueled his journey, but he knew one thing for certain: he was destined to become a legend, a hero, a warrior of light in a world consumed by darkness.
