Not a Prisoner of Deceit

Others were knocked into another world by great luck. And I am the one with great luck. The problem is, I have never hit anyone, nor have I been hit by anyone. How come I am in a different world when I open my eyes? There is no answer to this matter yet. Just like I couldn't figure out why a school that only admitted people with super powers would admit me, an ordinary person without super powers. What's even stranger is that the people who want to arrest me, the people who help me, and the people who are hiding in the dark and observing me all seem to know who I am and which path I should take better than I do. They arranged my school, my identity, and maybe even my future. The world has been too kind to me. It was as if a place had been reserved for me before I arrived. Unfortunately, I don't like other people making decisions for me. I will earn the position myself. I will choose my own path. As for those who think I should stay where I am— It's best to ask first where the last person who thought this way is now.