The fact that such powerful beings with the combat power of quasi-lords existed in this prison brought slight ripples in his heart, but he was not scared, this is because everyone was separated into Zones based on their realm.
Even though his body was feeling cold, he seemed to have overlooked this, and the vast amount of basic information in his mind was being sorted out. It seemed that the entire group that had been sent into this world not only had an identity but also the information they received seemed to be about the world they had been thrown into.
Looking at himself, Musk indeed had nothing but admiration for the means used to send them to this place, and more importantly, the fact that he had to sort out the problem he was involved with. Even though his identity had just been planted in the world, he did not seem to be surprised at the reason for his being in prison.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!