Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

As Salamander continued his diplomatic journey, a vast network of cargo space ships, both large and small, began converging on the planets he had visited. These vessels hailed from various corners of the Imperium, and their mission was clear: to transport the allocated resources back to the central hubs where they would be further distributed for the war effort. 

The scenes on each planet were a spectacle of advanced technology, as futuristic cargo ships descended from orbit, hovering over designated collection points. The design of these vessels ranged from sleek, streamlined models to colossal behemoths capable of carrying immense quantities of resources. 

On the lush, forest-covered planet, where the leaders were initially reluctant to part with their resources, the cargo ships utilized state-of-the-art anti-gravity technology. Enormous containers hovered effortlessly above the ground, carefully loaded with flora, minerals, and other valuable materials. Teams of engineers and specialists worked meticulously to ensure that the extraction process didn't harm the delicate ecosystem. 

Elralya and Cellaeth observed the efficiency of the operation, impressed by the coordination of the crew and the advanced technology employed. Autonomous drones, equipped with precise sensors, supervised the extraction process, ensuring that only the necessary resources were collected. Nano-bots scurried across the ground, swiftly packaging materials into secure containers.

Still, even though it was impressive, it was nothing compared to Elven tech.

"Why are we working such an odd job?" Cellaeth asked. "Did we forget our true goal?"

"Isn't it to gain more experience and wisdom about the universe?" Elralya replied.

"But how will this help with your growth? You are an important figure for the Elven race."

"Our ancestors didn't warn us about the path that we are in right now. I am sure, we are doing the right thing. Besides, now we know that the humans have improved their technology."

"They are far behind us still."

Elralya smiled. "Humans now conquered the fourth of the entire galaxy. They currently have the biggest territory out of anyone. Perhaps, it wasn't their tech that makes them a powerful race. There are some races that have more advanced tech compared to the humans, but their influence weren't as powerful as humans."

"Isn't it obvious? They breed like insects. When you kill a billion, two billion more appears out of nowhere. Our race does not have that advantage."

It was true. The Elven race had a hard time in growing their population. Even though each and every one of them was extremely talented compared to human. Every elf basically had talent in magic, tech, art, and science. They also had greater strength, speed, and intellect. 

Not to mention that every elf was very handsome and beautiful.

No one could deny their aesthetic and beauty as an entire race. 

Some criminals would consider hunting Elves and sell them for sex slave. Every time that happen, the Elves would wreck havoc in a fit of rage.

It was basically a taboo to kidnap an elf, however, in the void of space, there were no rules.

The loading process itself was a marvel of engineering. Hovering platforms, guided by skilled operators, seamlessly transported the containers from the collection points to the waiting cargo holds. Advanced AI systems ensured the optimal distribution of weight and resources within the vessels.

As the cargo ships departed each planet, they navigated through the cosmos using advanced warp drives, allowing for swift travel between star systems. Along the way, they encountered various challenges, from navigating asteroid belts to avoiding potential gravitational anomalies.

Within the cargo holds of these vessels, the collected resources were cataloged and organized by an army of automated systems. Quantum computing and artificial intelligence managed the inventory, ensuring that each shipment was precisely accounted for and ready for deployment when needed.

Back at the central hubs, immense space stations served as repositories for the gathered resources. Teams of experts, from logistics specialists to engineers, worked around the clock to manage the influx of materials. Robotic arms, guided by intricate algorithms, transported containers to designated storage areas, creating a labyrinthine structure of neatly arranged resources.

The efforts extended beyond physical labor; financial experts and analysts worked on intricate calculations to assess the economic impact of each contribution. This data was then relayed to the planetary councils, providing them with a comprehensive overview of the shared burden.

"So, what do you think about this whole affair?" Cellaeth asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Elralya leaned back, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of moonlight. She regarded the cargo ships in the sky before turning to Cellaeth with a thoughtful expression. "It's certainly a different experience. We're witnessing the strength of the Imperium and the diversity of its members. I never thought I'd see the day when humans could organize such an extensive operation."

Cellaeth nodded, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the wisdom of centuries. "True, true. But tell me, Elralya, do you really believe this will help us grow and gain wisdom?"

Elralya smirked, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, Cellaeth, wisdom comes in many forms. Observing the intricacies of different civilizations, understanding their struggles and triumphs—don't you think that adds a layer to our understanding of the universe?"

Cellaeth chuckled. "You always find a way to see the silver lining in everything. Perhaps you're right. I'm just used to our quiet lives in the serene forests of our home."

"If I stayed there, how can I grow to help my race?"

Just as they settled into their conversation, a sudden holographic projection materialized between them. Aldred, clad in his distinct Celestial Platoon attire, greeted them with a warm smile.

"Elralya, Cellaeth, my favorite elves! How fair you both in this bustling operation?" Aldred's holographic image beamed at them.

"We are your only elf friends," Cellaeth said.

Aldred shrugged, his holographic form adopting an apologetic expression. "Well, I thought I'd check in on my favorite emissaries. How are you finding the grand adventure of diplomacy and interstellar resource gathering?" 

Cellaeth raised an elegant eyebrow. "Grand adventure? More like a whirlwind of chaos. I never thought I'd be overseeing the extraction of resources from a planet as part of my duties."

Aldred laughed. "Welcome to the joys of being a Celestial Platoon emissary. But admit it, there's a certain thrill in witnessing the Imperium's might in action, isn't there?"

Elralya smirked at Aldred's enthusiasm. "Thrill or not, we're far from our usual realms of contemplation and magical study. What's the real reason you're checking in on us, Aldred?"

"I have no other intention other than checking how you guys doing."

"How long are we going to do this?" Cellaeth asked with a hasty tone.

Aldred's holographic form leaned back as if in thought. "Well, my dear elves, this mission is crucial for the survival of the Imperium. We need the resources gathered from various worlds to stand a chance against the demonic forces. As emissaries, your role is vital in ensuring cooperation and unity among the member planets." 

"Is that your way of saying that you don't know yet?"

Aldred let out an embarrassing chuckle. 

Elralya crossed her arms, a frown on her face. "We'll continue, Aldred, but we hope this chaotic journey doesn't become a permanent distraction from our true calling."

Aldred's holographic smile remained, though tinged with sympathy. "I appreciate your dedication. Once this threat is neutralized, I promise you'll have the peace and quiet of your forests back."