[Actually, I Can Be Even More Arrogant]

Yue Yang had barely finished speaking when Bi Yi the chameleon, who had been listening in, staggered back three huge steps in fright.

It did not know how many times greater its chance of obtaining calamity from the bronze box was, but the odds certainly were not low—very likely nine hundred and ninety-nine times! Yet whether it was a gold, silver, or bronze box, opening one meant certain death!

Even with odds multiplied nine hundred and ninety-nine times, who could possibly escape?

Bi Yi the chameleon discovered that its body was gradually changing. Its green skin, forever damp and slick, had somehow dried out.

It was turning grayish white.

Its scales itched unbearably, as though its entire body had been tossed into a scorching desert and dried in the sun.

What kind of curse was this? Its damp, slippery green skin had been the evolutionary direction chosen when it was cultivated as a battle beast. It was its most important camouflage: it could change color, stick to enemies, and withstand blows. Aside from its tongue, it was the most crucial thing keeping it alive. It should never have dried out—so how had this happened?

Unable to bear it, it began scratching itself. Countless tiny scales drifted into the air with every scratch.

The Magic Beasts panicked and all leaped away.

They kept their distance from both Bi Yi the chameleon and Samson the ape, terrified that the calamity might spread from them.

"Dehydration!"

The elephant made an authoritative judgment. "Bi Yi has been struck by calamity. A curse is making its body lose water without end. If this continues, it will become a dried corpse in less than ten minutes!"

Bi Yi the chameleon screamed, "No, that won't happen! I will never become a dried corpse! I'm a chameleon with