Danmachi: Bell Gojo through the fictional Multiverse

AN: I decided to forego the existing options and chose Star wars, let me know if you like this first chapter.

As Bell stepped through the shimmering portal, he found himself under the scorching heat of Tatooine's twin suns, their relentless rays glaring down upon the sprawling desert landscape. Sand dunes stretched as far as his sharp eyes could see, broken only by the occasional rocky outcrop or the glimmering domes of Mos Espa in the distance. The oppressive heat struck him immediately, but his body adjusted instinctively, his godly resilience shrugging off the discomfort.

Bell let out a low whistle. "A desert planet, huh? Looks like I'll need to keep an eye on the horizon."

As he began to walk, the ground trembled faintly beneath his boots. His finely-tuned senses alerted him to a disturbance nearby. Out of the dunes emerged a massive Krayt Dragon, its gaping maw filled with razor-sharp teeth, and its scales shimmering like molten bronze in the sunlight.

The beast roared, a deep, guttural sound that shook the air.

Bell sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, hello to you too. Let's not make this personal."

The dragon lunged forward with shocking speed for its size, but Bell moved even faster. In an instant, his True Mastery of Ultra Instinct (TMUI) activated, his movements flowing with perfect precision. He dodged each swipe of the beast's massive claws and lunges with ease, his body moving effortlessly as though the dragon's attacks were in slow motion.

When the creature reared back to strike again, Bell extended his hand, activating Limitless for the first time in ages. The space around the dragon shimmered and froze, locking it in place mid-attack.

Bell cocked his head, studying the beast. "Haven't seen anything like you before. Impressive, but you're a little out of your league."

With a flick of his wrist, a burst of red energy slammed into the creature, sending it skidding back across the sand. The dragon growled in pain and tried to recover, but Bell followed up with a decisive strike.

"Let's make this quick," Bell said, his voice calm. His fingers twitched, and a sphere of swirling energy—Hollow Purple—formed between his palms. With a flick of his hands, the devastating attack obliterated the Krayt Dragon in a blinding flash of energy.

When the dust settled, Bell stood alone in the quiet desert once more. He shook his head, chuckling. "Warm welcome, indeed."

As Bell continued walking, he felt it—two distinct energies, one radiant and light, the other cold and dark, yet both emanating from a single source. He closed his eyes, activating his Divine Six Eyes, which now glimmered with an icy blue hue. The energy was foreign yet familiar, a reflection of the Force that permeated the galaxy.

He adjusted the balance within himself, integrating the energies into a harmonious equilibrium. Far away, Yoda paused on his journey, sensing the shift in the Force. On Coruscant, Palpatine, in his guise as Senator Sheev, shivered with unease.

Meanwhile, in Mos Espa, Anakin Skywalker felt something stir deep within him. The sensation was warm, guiding, and it filled him with a sense of urgency. Abandoning his work in Watto's junk shop, Anakin hopped onto a speeder bike he'd repaired and sped off toward the pulse of energy.

Anakin arrived in a rural area where he saw him: a tall, majestic figure standing against the desert backdrop. Bell's silvery-white hair shimmered in the sunlight, his icy Six Eyes piercing and otherworldly. His regal attire, with its golden patterns and flowing cape, made him look like a celestial being descended from the heavens.

Anakin dismounted, his jaw dropping in awe. "Are you... some kind of angel?"

Bell chuckled, kneeling to meet the boy's gaze. "Not quite. My name's Bell. And you must be Anakin Skywalker."

"How do you know my name?" Anakin asked, his awe mingling with curiosity.

"I've been around long enough to recognize greatness when I see it," Bell replied, ruffling the boy's hair. "You're destined for amazing things, kid. A certain Someone (The Universe/the Force) had told me so."

The two struck up a conversation, bonding over their shared interest in machines and racing. Bell's warmth and genuine curiosity put Anakin at ease. When Anakin suggested Bell meet his mother, Bell readily agreed.

Anakin led Bell to his humble home, where they were greeted by Shmi Skywalker. Though cautious at first, Shmi quickly warmed to Bell's kind demeanor and gentle words.

As they talked, Watto, the gruff Toydarian junk dealer, appeared, his wings buzzing irritably. "Who's this? Another slave?"

Bell's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Nope. Just a passing traveler offering to keep an eye on things around here."

Watto huffed but seemed satisfied with the explanation, waving them off. Bell spent the day helping around the house, sharing stories of his adventures with Shmi and Anakin, and even fixing some of Watto's equipment with casual efficiency.

That night, as the twin suns set, Bell told Anakin and Shmi a story from his past—a humorous tale about Goku's childhood. Both mother and son laughed heartily before drifting off to sleep.

Bell leaned back, gazing at the stars. "Even gods need rest sometimes," he murmured, allowing his eyes to close for a while.

Far away, Yoda meditated, pondering the disturbance in the Force. Palpatine paced nervously, the presence of this newcomer throwing his carefully laid plans into disarray.

And on Tatooine, beneath the twin moons, a bond had been forged between a celestial traveler and a young boy destined to change the galaxy forever.