Chapter 1: Transmigrate? I've Become a Kitchen Knife? The last image Lin Ye saw was the smooth, solid-wood cutting board in the cramped kitchen of his rented apartment, with a stainless steel kitchen knife resting quietly on top. He'd had that knife for three whole years. On late nights when he came home from overtime, it had sliced scallions, ginger, and garlic for a steaming bowl of plain noodles. For extra meals during holidays, it had chopped pork ribs and cut up whole chickens and live fish. Even peeling an apple or opening a can was thanks to that knife. The blade had grown smooth and warm from his grip, and there were a few faint worn spots on the handle, marks from three years of...
