Pokémon: Shenzhou Continent

Seventeen-year-old Lu Zhao picked up an arc that was eating garbage on a rainy day. Two weeks later, this arc light shattered the training hall floor with one claw. The people from the Zhenling Division told him that the legendary "god descended" elf that destroyed half of the city twenty years ago had the same shape as it. "Your Arc Light may be the descendant of that beast. Or maybe... It's not dead at all, it's just getting smaller, and it's waiting for someone." In order to find out about his father's death, Lu Zhao was forced to participate in the rookie competition, taking this electric mouse of unknown origin step by step into the fog of "Morning Light". The dragon shadow at the bottom of Qingmu Lake, the white light in the depths of the forest, the phrase "The morning light is not a legend, it is a key" in my father's notebook—— As the legend moves closer to him, he also moves closer to the truth. "Let them come, my Arc, hungry."