Nyarlathotep had a fishbone stuck in his throat.
That sounded absurd, and profoundly disrespectful, especially when this Nyarlathotep was his true form.
But if the Cthulhu Mythos system had a hospital that treated Outer Gods, they could only diagnose the symptom as a fishbone lodged in his throat.
That fishbone was Schiller.
Theoretically, no one could come into contact with an Outer God's physical body. Perhaps they had no such thing as a physical body at all. By American comics universe logic, each of them was an infinite multitude of universes. That definition was even more abstract than something like OAA. It was like trying to smash a mathematical formula.
But then again, a mathematical formula was a formula within mathematics, yet if you used that formula to create something, that thing had physical form. You could not say it was no longer a mathematical formula.
Nyarlathotep's situation was roughly the same. If he did not enter the American comics universe, he would remain forever indescribable. But the DC Universe did not operate by those rules. All the gods here had a certain physical form, which was why there were such iconic scenes of gods swinging planets at one another.
So if Nyarlathotep wanted to exist here, he had to make himself a physical body. Lu Xun had once said that as long as you had a throat, one day you would get a fishbone stuck in it.
Nyarlathotep had converted his file format before entering DC, so naturally he possessed a physical body like the abstract gods here. He had always remained beneath the Wayne Hotel.
But Schiller falling onto him had absolutely not been in his script.
As the saying went, every Fun-seeker was an angler, but not every DYD liked eating fish. Many people simply enjoyed the