2 All his other cars

"Huh? God?"

"Yes! I am the one and only who oversees all that happens in this world."

"... What am I doing here, then?"

"Oh, humans are pesky beings that are unable to think about anything other than themselves. Yet, you showed a passion for inanimate items that far surpassed the norm, even to the point of granting them a soul out of your sheer love."

"That's a..." 'Hold up! I did what?!' "Could you repeat that please?"

"Yes. Slowly this time. You - love - car - lot. Car - get - soul."

'You mother—... Guess that's god for ya'

"Thank you for thy precious explanation."

"You're welcome." God grinned broadly. "Now, since you are dead, I'm gonna have you run some errands for me, okay."

"Errands as in?"

"I need you to take care of an otherworldly lovecraftian Demon King in one of the worlds my little sister rules like her ass to stop him from eating up more worlds." God tilted his head, smiling like he had given him a bag of cookies.

"... Why would I do any of that? What is in it for me?" Chris asked, not understanding what was happening.

"Do you love your... her?"

"Huh? Eny?" He rebuked, looking at the beauty holding his hand. "Of course I do, what kind of question even is that?"

"What do you think would happen to... her, if I were to erase your memory and recycle your soul into another human being?"

"You wouldn't..."

"But of course I would. I'm God. And it—she's an item. One with a soul and sentience, but only as meaningful as a human being."

"You sick bastard!"

"Eh, eh, eh. Now, calm down, small fry, and listen to me." God began speaking. "All you have to do to keep her forever by your side is to reincarnate in that world as per my accord."

"You..." Chris looked back, watching Eny's warm slime, as her grip on his hand tightened. "I'll do it. But what guarantees you I'll do what you want and fight off that... Demon King of yours.

"I love how much of a businessman you are. Makes things much easier on me and lessens the animosities... My boym How many cars did you even have?"

"Three thousand, five hundred and eight. Why do— You don't mean..."

"Exactly." God clapped his hands, yet nothing of importance happened. "Didn't you find it odd that only one of your beloved cars gained sentience while you saw all of them die?"

"You... Do you plan to keep them hostage."

"I wouldn't call them "hostages" see... Reality of it is, granting human beings powers from my own is very taxing on myself..."

"What has it to do with anything?"

"Well, you see... Everything. Because, granting items abilities and powers is pretty much unlimited. And you, my boy, are a ruler of thousands of the highest tier magical items with their own consciousness I can attune various skills and abilities to."

"You... intend to use them as disposable pawns?!"

"Oi, I never said that, calm the fuck down." God sighed. "You humans are too annoying... I said YOU are the ruler of thousands of them. If you want to use them as disposable pawns it's your problem, not mine."

"Phew... this makes me a lot more comfortable, then..." he said, calculating his last line. "where are they?"

"Good thing you asked," God raised his hands, lighting up up a light behind them and showing thousands of women, unconscious, in individual magical boxes, that glowed in an ominous purple. "They're here."

Eny gasped, pressing on his hand. Chris could feel her hand trembling in fear at this absurd sight.

"When are you freeing them?" Chris asked, coldly.

"As soon as you get ahold of yourself enough to take care of them, of course. I only had a couple minutes, so I only tweaked your favorite one."

"Ahold of myself?"

"Come on, are you that stupid? You're gonna be thrown at an unknown world. You've owned these girls for decades. Maintenance, Fuel, Basic Services, Parts. What makes you think you won't need it where you're going?"

"... I see..."

"Granted, I'll give them special stuff and they'll also become alive so some of that will take care of itself, but you'll still have to fill them with your essense for them to work."

"My... essence?"

"Oi, oi, oi! What kind of twisted disgusting degenerate do you think I am! Life Essence, Mana! Not that stuff. Jesus christ. You humans are so disgusting, you sexualize even the most divine of things. GOD!" God started his monologue. "And you think I made you in my image?! HA! I'm not that disturbing."

"Okay, okay. I get it. I'll do your dirty work there, and the more powerful I become, you'll free them up to me when you feel I'll be able to keep them safe."

"Not safe. I just don't want to waste my time and effort by having you starve them to death."

"Keep them alive, then."

"Yes. When I feel you can, I'll free them. But whom depends on a lot of factors too, your will, their will, the compatibility with that realm. Things are complicated, even for God, especially when other Gods get involved."

"I see... Then, should I get going."

"Ah? You don't want a tutorial or any of that?" God shrugged. "Okay then, I'll send you. You will be reborn at the age of 14, that of an adult of that world. I'll give you false memories to help you with a backstory, documents and whatever else necessary for a handful of days. But get yourself a freaking job, will ya?! Also, girl, you can speak, don't be that afraid. If you need anything from me, just pray to God and I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks..." Eny spoke for the first time since God talked to him. She was actually under a lot of pressure from God's aura. 'My Master is amazing for bearing all this pressure!' she thought. Little did he know, Chris' father was far worse than this God.

"Now, let's get you going. Good luck on the other world, and may I bless you with good luck and power."

The world started twisting around the two, who felt as if they were falling.

"Oh, almost forgot. The world you're going to has M—"

Unfortunately, neither of them could understand the rest of God's words before they woke up in another world.

And this, is how Christian Bezos got a Car Harem in another world.