My Three Hundred Sons Wish Me to Be the King of Kings

My name is Ether. One day I accidentally choked on drinking water and woke up in a different world. In another world, I was born into a savage tribe with less than two hundred people. But fortunately, I am the son of a tribal leader, and I inherited the position of chief when I was eighteen years old. But I don't just want to be a chief, but I find that I seem to have no skills at all, and any powerful monster in a different world can wipe out my entire tribe, so my ambition can only be slowly buried by reality. But just when I thought my life would go on like this, my first son was born. That guy was so powerful that he could smash a mountain with one punch. And I seemed to have discovered that my skill was that my child had all kinds of powerful powers, so I also found a way to gain a foothold in a different world.